For Wit And Judgment Often

Pleasures Are Ever In Our Hands Or Eyes; And When In Act They Cease, In Prospect Rise.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows.

Trade It May Help, Society Extend, But Lures The Pirate, Ant Corrupts The Friend: It Raises Armies In A Nation's Aid, But Bribes A Senate, And The Land's Betray'd.

But Just Disease To Luxury Succeeds, And Ev'ry Death Its Own Avenger Breeds.

Plays Round The Head, But Comes Not To The Heart. One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs Of Stupid Starers And Of Loud Huzzas; And More True Joy Marcellus Exil'd Feels Than Cæsar With A Senate At His Heels. In Parts Superior What Advantage Lies? Tell (for You Can) What Is It To Be Wise? 't Is But To Know How Little Can Be Known; To See All Others' Faults, And Feel Our Own.