Could Swell The Soul To

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.

The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes, Discovers The Woes Of Hopeless Lovers.

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.