By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.

Careless Of Censure, Nor Too Fond Of Fame, Still Pleased To Praise, Yet Not Afraid To Blame, Averse Alike To Flatter Or Offend, Not Free From Faults, Nor Yet Too Vain To Mend.

Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!

Monuments, Like Men, Submit To Fate.

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.