Virtue May Choose The High Or Low

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense.

Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown; Oh, Grant An Honest Fame, Or Grant Me None!

Oft, As In Airy Rings They Skim The Heath, The Clamtrous Lapwings Feel The Leaden Death; Oft, As The Mounting Larks Their Notes Prepare They Fall, And Leave Their Little Lives In Air.

To Observations Which Ourselves We Make, We Grow More Partial For Th' Observer's Sake.

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.