Then From The Mint Walks Forth The

Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

There Never Was Any Party, Faction, Sect, Or Cabal Whatsoever, In Which The Most Ignorant Were Not The Most Violent; For A Bee Is Not A Busier Animal Than A Blockhead.

Thus Unlamented Pass The Proud Away, The Gaze Of Fools And Pageant Of A Day; So Perish All, Whose Breast Ne'er Learn'd To Glow For Others' Good, Or Melt At Others' Woe.

Who Finds Not Providence All Good And Wise, Alike In What It Gives, And What Denies.

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.