Religion Does Not Censure Or

Most Satirists Are Indeed A Public Scourge; Their Mildest Physic Is A Farrier's Purge; Their Acrid Temper Turns, As Soon As Stirr'd, The Milk Of Their Good Purpose All To Curd. Their Zeal Begotten, As Their Works Rehearse, By Lean Despair Upon An Empty Purse.

A Self-made Man? Yes, And One Who Worships His Creator.

Religion, If In Heavenly Truths Attired, Needs Only To Be Seen To Be Admired.

Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart To Modest Cheeks, And Borrowed One From Art.

There Is A Mixture Of Evil In Everything We Do; Indulgence Encourages Us To Encroach, While We Crabbe Exercise The Rights Of Children, We Become Childish.