But Still Remember, If You Mean To

I Pity Them Greatly, But I Must Be Mum, For How Could We Do Without Sugar And Rum?

No Tree In All The Grove But Has Its Charms, Though Each Its Hue Peculiar.

A Tale Should Be Judicious, Clear, Succinct; The Language Plain, And Incidents Well Link'd; Tell Not As New What Ev'ry Body Knows; And, New Or Old, Still Hasten To A Close.

But Oars Alone Can Ne'er Prevail To Reach The Distant Coast; The Breath Of Heaven Must Swell The Sail, Or All The Toil Is Lost.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?