I Was Not Born For Courts And

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends

The Greatest Magnifying Glasses In The World Are A Man's Own Eyes When They Look Upon His Own Person.

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fixed, 'tis Fixed As In A Frost.

Is There A Parson Much Bemused In Beer, A Maudlin Poetess, A Rhyming Peer, A Clerk Foredoom'd His Father's Soul To Cross, Who Pens A Stanza When He Should Engross?

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.