E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To

The Sound Must Seem An Echo To The Sense.

To Dazzle Let The Vain Design, To Raise The Thought And Touch The Heart, Be Thine!

Conceit Is To Nature What Paint Is To Beauty; It Is Not Only Needless, But It Impairs What It Would Improve.

Calm, Thinking Villains, Whom No Faith Could Fix, Of Crooked Counsels And Dark Politics.

Let Sinful Bachelors Their Woes Deplore; Full Well They Merit All They Feel, And More: Unaw By Precepts, Human Or Divine, Like Birds And Beasts, Promiscuously They Join.