Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In

Forgiveness To The Injured Does Belong; But They Ne'er Pardon Who Have Done Wrong.

Zeal, The Blind Conductor Of The Will.

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.