Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.

If, Presume Not To God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man. Plac'd On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise, And Rudely Great.

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

Never Was It Given To Mortal Man - To Lie So Boldly As We Women Can.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.