All Hunt For Fame, But Most Mistake

If You Mean To Profit, Learn To Praise.

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.

Satire, Whilst Envy And Ill-humor Sway The Mind Of Man, Must Always Make Her Way; Nor To A Bosom, With Discretion Fraught, Is All Her Malice Worth A Single Thought. The Wise Have Not The Will, Nor Fools The Power, To Stop Her Headstrong Course; Within The Hour Left To Herself, She Dies; Opposing Strife Gives Her Fresh Vigor, And Prolongs Her Life.

Be England What She Will, With All Her Faults She Is My Country Still.