It Can't Be Nature, For

Whom Drink Made Wits, Though Nature Made Them Fools.

Most Of Those Evils We Poor Mortals Know From Doctors And Imagination Flow.

The Danger Chiefly Lies In Acting Well; No Crime's So Great As Daring To Excel.

Constant Attention Wears The Active Mind, Blots Out Our Pow'rs, And Leaves A Blank Behind.

Truth! Why Shall Every Wretch Of Letters Dare To Speak Truth Against His Betters! Let Ragged Virtue Stand Aloof, Nor Mutter Accents Of Reproof; Let Ragged Wit A Mute Become, When Wealth And Power Would Have Her Dumb.