As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words,

When A Man's Life Is Under Debate, The Judge Can Ne'er Too Long Deliberate.

Set All Things In Their Own Peculiar Place, And Know That Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.