In Every Work Regard The Writer's End,

Why Did I Write? What Sin To Me Unknown Dipped Me In Ink, My Parents , Or My Own?

All Nature's Diff'rence Keeps All Nature's Peace.

Statesman, Yet Friend To Truth! Of Soul Sincere, In Action Faithful, And In Honour Clear; Who Broke No Promise, Serv'd No Private End, Who Gain'd No Title, And Who Lost No Friend.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

Get Place And Wealth, If Possible With Grace; If Not, By Any Means Get Wealth And Place.