Genius Is Of No Country.

With Various Readings Stored His Empty Skull, Learn'd Without Sense, And Venerably Dull.

He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.

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.

Quick-circulating Slanders Mirth Afford; And Reputation Bleeds In Every Word.

Nor Waste Their Sweetness In The Desert Air.