We May See The Small Value God

A Wise Physician, Skill'd Our Wounds To Heal, Is More Than Armies To The Public Weal.

This Long Disease, My Life.

Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!

See How The World Its Veterans Rewards! A Youth Of Frolics, An Old Age Of Cards; Fair To No Purpose, Artful To No End, Young Without Lovers, Old Without A Friend; A Fop Their Passion, But Their Prize A Sot; Alive Ridiculous, And Dead Forgot.

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.