And Bear About The Mockery Of Woe

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.

A Pear-tree Planted Nigh: 'twas Charg'd With Fruit That Made A Goodly Show, And Hung With Dangling Pears Was Every Bough.

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

A Person Who Is Too Nice An Observer Of The Business Of The Crowd, Like One Who Is Too Curious In Observing The Labor Of Bees, Will Often Be Stung For His Curiosity.

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.