The Laws I Love; The

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

It Can't Be Nature, For It Is Not Sense.

With Various Readings Stored His Empty Skull, Learn'd Without Sense, And Venerably Dull.

The Scots Are Poor, Cries Surly English Pride; True Is The Charge, Nor By Themselves Denied. Are They Not Then In Strictest Reason Clear, Who Wisely Come To Mend Their Fortunes Here?

Ourselves Are To Ourselves The Cause Of Ill.