And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left

I Would Not Be Like Those Authors, Who Forgive Themselves Some Particular Lines For The Sake Of A Whole Poem, And Vice Versa A Whole Poem For The Sake Of Some Particular Lines. I Believe No One Qualification Is So Likely To Make A Good Writer, As The Power Of Rejecting His Own Thoughts.

That Virtue Only Makes Our Bliss Below, And All Our Knowledge Is Ourselves To Know.

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.

Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or Gust, Yet Cry, If Man's Unhappy, God's Unjust.

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.