He Who Tells A Lie Is Not

Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When We Die.

For Critics, As They Are Birds Of Prey, Have Ever A Natural Inclination To Carrion.

If, Presume Not To God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man. Plac'd On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise, And Rudely Great.

In Pride, In Reas'ning Pride, Our Error Lies; All Quit Their Sphere And Rush Into The Skies. Pride Still Is Aiming At The Bless'd Abodes, Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.

Trust Not Yourself, But Your Defects To Know, Make Use Of Every Friend And Every Foe.