In General Satire, Every Man

What Is A Church?—our Honest Sexton Tells, 'tis A Tall Building, With A Tower And Bells.

The Wife Was Pretty, Trifling, Childish, Weak; She Could Not Think, But Would Not Cease To Speak.

This, Books Can Do-nor This Alone; They Give New Views To Life, And Teach Us How To Live; They Soothe The Grieved, The Stubborn They Chastise; Fools They Admonish, And Confirm The Wise. Their Aid They Yield To All: They Never Shun The Man Of Sorrow, Nor The Wretch Undone; Unlike The Hard, The Selfish, And The Proud, They Fly Not Sullen From The Suppliant Crowd; Nor Tell To Various People Various Things, But Show To Subjects, What They Show To Kings.

And Took For Truth The Test Of Ridicule.

In This Wild World The Fondest And The Best Are The Most Tried, Most Troubled And Distress'd.