A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart

The Physician, By The Study And Inspection Of Urine And Ordure, Approves Himself In The Science; And In Like Sort Should Our Author Accustom And Exercise His Imagination Upon The Dregs Of Nature.

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fixed, 'tis Fixed As In A Frost.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.