As The Twig Is Bent,

Some Positive Persisting Fops We Know, Who, If Once Wrong, Will Needs Be Always So; But You With Pleasure Own Your Errors Past, And Make Each Day A Critique On The Last.

Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil In Private.

Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.

With Sharpen'd Sight Pale Antiquaries Pore, Th' Inscription Value, But The Rust Adore. This The Blue Varnish, That The Green Endears; The Sacred Rust Of Twice Ten Hundred Years.