Virtuous And Vicious Every Man Must Be,

Truths Would You Teach, Or Save A Sinking Land? All Fear, None Aid You, And Few Understand.

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves. Taste Is The Good Sense Of Genius; Without Taste, Genius Is Only Sublime Folly.

The Lamb Thy Riot Dooms To Bleed Today, Had He Thy Reason, Would He Skip And Play? Pleas'd To The Last He Crops The Flow'ry Food, And Licks The Hand Just Rais'd To Shed His Blood.

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.