And Die Of Nothing But

And You, My Critics! In The Chequer'd Shade, Admire New Light Thro' Holes Yourselves Have Made.

How Instinct Varies In The Grov'ling Swine.

The Dull Flat Falsehood Serves For Policy, And In The Cunning, Truth's Itself A Lie.

Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes Amiss.

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