Both Wit And Understanding Are Trifles Without

Hope Is Such A Bait, It Covers Any Hook.

Who, Born For The Universe, Narrow'd His Mind, And To Party Gave Up What Was Meant For Mankind; Though Fraught With All Learning, Yet Straining His Throat To Persuade Tommy Townshend To Lend Him A Vote. Who Too Deep For His Hearers Still Went On Refining, And Thought Of Convincing While They Thought Of Dining: Though Equal To All Things, For All Things Unfit; Too Nice For A Statesman, Too Proud For A Wit.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.

For The First Time, The Best May Err, Art May Persuade, And Novelty Spread Out Its Charms. The First Fault Is The Child Of Simplicity; But Every Other The Offspring Of Guilt.

True Wisdom Consists Of Tracing Effects To Their Causes.