Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

Though Triumphs Were To Generals Only Due, Crowns Were Reserved To Grace The Soldiers Too.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Fool, 'tis In Vain From Wit To Wit To Roam: Know, Sense, Like Charity, Begins At Home.

Envy, To Which Th' Ignoble Mind's A Slave, Is Emulation In The Learn'd Or Brave.

Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!