You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

He Who Tells A Lie Is Not Sensible Of How Great A Task He Undertakes; For He Must Be Forced To Invent Twenty More To Maintain That One.

Avoid Extremes; And Shun The Fault Of Such Who Still Are Pleas'd Too Little Or Too Much.

The Lamb Thy Riot Dooms To Bleed Today, Had He Thy Reason, Would He Skip And Play? Pleas'd To The Last He Crops The Flow'ry Food, And Licks The Hand Just Rais'd To Shed His Blood.

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