What's Fame? A Fancy'd Life

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.

Fear Not The Anger Of The Wise To Raise; Those Best Can Bear Reproof Who Merit Praise.

Truths Would You Teach, Or Save A Sinking Land? All Fear, None Aid You, And Few Understand.

From Vulgar Bounds With Brave Disorder Part, And Snatch A Grace Beyond The Reach Of Art.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.