And Empty Heads Console With

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart Of Lead.

True Self-love And Social Are The Same.

Whether The Darken'd Room To Muse Invite, Or Whiten'd Wall Provoke The Skew'r To Write; In Durance, Exile, Bedlam, Or The Mint, Like Lee Or Budgel I Will Rhyme And Print.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?