The Villain's Censure Is Extorted Praise.

I Was Not Born For Courts And Great Affairs, But I Pay My Debts, Believe And Say My Prayers.

Say First, Of God Above Or Man Below; What Can We Reason But From What We Know.

The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heartfelt Joy.

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

Speed The Soft Intercourse From Soul To Soul, And Waft A Sigh From Indus To The Pole.