Whoever Keeps An Open Ear

Man Disavows, And Deity Disowns Me: Hell Might Afford My Miseries A Shelter; Therefore Hell Keeps Her Ever-hungry Mouths All Bolted Against Me.

All Affectation; 'tis My Perfect Scorn; Object Of My Implacable Disgust.

It Chills My Blood To Hear The Blest Supreme Rudely Appealed To On Each Trifling Theme.

Pity! Religion Has So Seldom Found A Skilful Guide Into Poetic Ground! The Flowers Would Spring Where'er She Deign'd To Stray And Every Muse Attend Her In Her Way.

How Much A Dunce That Has Been Sent To Roam, Excels A Dunce That Has Been Kept At Home.