The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is,

To Rest, The Cushion And Soft Dean Invite, Who Never Mentions Hell To Ears Polite.

Those Oft Are Stratagems Which Errors Seem Nor Is It Homer Nods, But We That Dream.

Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confused; Still By Himself Abused Or Disabused; Created Half To Rise, And Half To Fall; Great Lord Of All Things, Yet A Prey To All; Sole Judge Of Truth, In Endless Error Hurled,- The Glory, Jest, And Riddle Of The World.

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves.

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.