To Dazzle Let The Vain Design, To

What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song?

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

Truths Would You Teach, Or Save A Sinking Land? All Fear, None Aid You, And Few Understand.

And Write About It, Goddess, And About It!

What Then Remains, But Well Our Power To Use, And Keep Good-humor Still Whate'er We Lose? And Trust Me, Dear, Good-humor Can Prevail, When Airs, And Flights, And Screams, And Scolding Fail.