Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

Who Breaks A Butterfly On A Wheel?

To Teach Vain Wits That Science Little Known, T' Admire Superior Sense, And Doubt Their Own!

Pretty Conceptions, Fine Metaphors, Glittering Expressions, And Something Of A Neat Cast Of Verse Are Properly The Dress, Gems, Or Loose Ornaments Of Poetry.

A Youth Of Frolic, An Old Age Of Cards.