At Every Trifle Take Offense,

To What Base Ends, And By What Abject Ways, Are Mortals Urg'd Through Sacred Lust Of Praise!

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.

Jarring Interests Of Themselves Create The According Music Of A Well-mixed State.

See The Wild Waste Of All-devouring Years! How Rome Her Own Sad Sepulchre Appears, With Nodding Arches, Broken Temples Spread! The Very Tombs Now Vanish'd Like Their Dead!

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.