Gentle Dullness Ever Loves A Joke.

The Time Shall Come, When, Free As Seas Or Wind, Unbounded Thames Shall Flow For All Mankind, Whole Nations Enter With Each Swelling Tide, And Seas But Join The Regions They Divide; Earth's Distant Ends Our Glory Shall Behold, And The New World Launch Forth To Seek The Old.

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.

For What I Have Publish'd, I Can Only Hope To Be Pardon'd; But For What I Have Burned, I Deserve To Be Prais'd.

Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To Advance, And Men Must Walk, At Least, Before They Dance.

The Laughers Are A Majority.