Be England What She Will, With All

No Two On Earth In All Things Can Agree; All Have Some Darling Singularity; Women And Men, As Well As Girls And Boys, In Gewgaws Take Delight, And Sigh For Toys, Your Sceptres And Your Crowns, And Such Like Things, Are But A Better Kind Of Toys For Kings. In Things Indifferent Reason Bids Us Choose, Whether The Whim's A Monkey Or A Muse.

Fool Beckons Fool, And Dunce Awakens Dunce.

Amongst The Sons Of Men How Few Are Known Who Dare Be Just To Merit Not Their Own.

England, A Happy Land We Know, Where Follies Naturally Grow, Where Without Culture They Arise, And Tow'r Above The Common Size.

No Tribute Is Laid On Castles In The Air.