A Servile Race Who, In Mere Want

Quick-circulating Slanders Mirth Afford; And Reputation Bleeds In Every Word.

With Various Readings Stored His Empty Skull, Learn'd Without Sense, And Venerably Dull.

The Best Things Carried To Excess Are Wrong.

If You Mean To Profit, Learn To Praise.

Nature, Through All Her Works, In Great Degree, Borrows A Blessing From Variety. Music Itself Her Needful Aid Requires To Rouse The Soul, And Wake Our Dying Fires.