Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No

Why Is The Hearse With Scutcheons Blazon'd Round, And With The Nodding Plume Of Ostrich Crown'd? No; The Dead Know It Not, Nor Profit Gain; It Only Serves To Prove The Living Vain.

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

Music Might Tame And Civilize Wild Beasts, But 'tis Evident It Never Yet Could Tame And Civilize Musicians.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

[gulliver Was Soon Being Read] "from The Cabinet Council To The Nursery".