A Wit With Dunces, And

To Him No High, No Low, No Great, No Small; He Fills, He Bounds, Connects And Equals All!

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

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

True Politeness Consists In Being Easy One's Self, And In Making Every One About One As Easy As One Can.

Good Sense, Which Only Is The Gift Of Heaven, And Though No Science, Fairly Worth The Seven.