Ev'n Wit's A Burthen, When It Talks

If By The People You Understand The Multitude, The Hoi Polloi, 'tis No Matter What They Think; They Are Sometimes In The Right, Sometimes In The Wrong; Their Judgment Is A Mere Lottery.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

Great Wits Are Sure To Madness Near Allied, And Thin Partitions Do Their Bounds Divide.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

Revealed Religion First Informed Thy Sight, And Reason Saw Not Till Faith Sprung To Light.