Charm Strikes The Sight, But Merit Wins

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And Two Make Four?

Taste, That Eternal Wanderer, Which Flies From Head To Ears, And Now From Ears To Eyes.

To Dazzle Let The Vain Design, To Raise The Thought And Touch The Heart, Be Thine!

Be Niggards Of Advice On No Pretense; For The Worst Avarice Is That Of Sense.