He Mouths A Sentence As Curs Mouth

Most Of Those Evils We Poor Mortals Know From Doctors And Imagination Flow.

Though Folly, Robed In Purple, Shines, Though Vice Exhausts Peruvian Mines, Yet Shall They Tremble And Turn Pale When Satire Wields Her Mighty Flail.

Enough Of Satire; In Less Harden'd Times Great Was Her Force, And Mighty Were Her Rhymes. I've Read Of Men, Beyond Man's Daring Brave, Who Yet Have Trembled At The Strokes She Gave; Whose Souls Have Felt More Terrible Alarms From Her One Line, Than From A World In Arms.

Keep Up Appearances; There Lies The Test. The World Will Give Thee Credit For The Rest.

Wherever Waves Can Roll, And Winds Can Blow.