At Ev'ry Word A Reputation Dies.

Nor In The Critic Let The Man Be Lost.

'tis Not Enough Your Counsel Still Be True; Blunt Truths More Mischief Than Nice Falsehoods Do.

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

I Begin Where Most People End, With A Full Conviction Of The Emptiness Of All Sorts Of Ambition, And The Unsatisfactory Nature Of All Human Pleasures.

Let Opening Roses Knotted Oaks Adorn, And Liquid Amber Drop From Every Thorn.