Men The Most Infamous Are

On The Four Aces Doom'd To Roll.

Little Do Such Men Know The Toil, The Pains, The Daily, Nightly Racking Of The Brains, To Range The Thoughts, The Matter To Digest, To Cull Fit Phrases, And Reject The Rest.

Who Shall Dispute What The Reviewers Say? Their Word's Sufficient; And To Ask A Reason, In Such A State As Theirs, Is Downright Treason.

Be England What She Will, With All Her Faults She Is My Country Still.

Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.