Others Import Yet Nobler Arts

Every Man Has Just As Much Vanity As He Wants Understanding.

I Find Myself Hoping A Total End Of All The Unhappy Divisions Of Mankind By Party-spirit, Which At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

At Length Corruption, Like A General Flood (so Long By Watchful Ministers Withstood), Shall Deluge All; And Avarice, Creeping On, Spread Like A Low-born Mist, And Blot The Sun.

A Perfect Woman's But A Softer Man.

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.