Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.

Then From The Mint Walks Forth The Man Of Rhyme, Happy To Catch Me, Just At Dinner-time.

I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers Came.

Histories Are More Full Of Examples Of The Fidelity Of Dogs Than Of Friends.

Hope Springs Eternal.