Tis Thus The Mercury Of Man Is

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

What Nature Wants, Commodious Gold Bestows; 'tis Thus We Cut The Bread Another Sows.

Homer Excels All The Inventors Of Other Arts In This: That He Has Swallowed Up The Honor Of Those Who Succeeded Him.

While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless Themselves, To Give Their Readers Sleep.

For Critics, As They Are Birds Of Prey, Have Ever A Natural Inclination To Carrion.