But Honest Instinct Comes A

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

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought, And Still Appears More Decent As More Suitable; A Vile Conceit In Pompous Words Express'd, Is Like A Clown In Regal Purple Dress'd.

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

In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.

Where's The Man Who Counsel Can Bestow, Still Pleased To Teach, And Yet Not Proud To Know.