Whom Drink Made Wits, Though Nature Made

Genius Is Of No Country; Her Pure Ray Spreads All Abroad, As General As The Day.

The More Haste, Ever The Worst Speed.

Though Folly, Robed In Purple, Shines, Though Vice Exhausts Peruvian Mines, Yet Shall They Tremble And Turn Pale When Satire Wields Her Mighty Flail.

Those Who Raise Envy Will Easily Incur Censure.

Nor Waste Their Sweetness In The Desert Air.