I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers

Some Judge Of Authors' Names, Not Works, And Then Nor Praise Nor Blame The Writings, But The Men.

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?

Tis Thus The Mercury Of Man Is Fix'd, Strong Grows The Virtue With His Nature Mix'd.

A Patriot Is A Fool In Ev'ry Age.

Not Always Actions Show The Man; We Find Who Does A Kindness Is Not Therefore Kind.