So Perish All Who Do

Most Authors Steal Their Works, Or Buy.

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.

That Character In Conversation Which Commonly Passes For Agreeable Is Made Up Of Civility And Falsehood.

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.

Some Old Men, Continually Praise The Time Of Their Youth. In Fact, You Would Almost Think That There Were No Fools In Their Days, But Unluckily They Themselves Are Left As An Example.