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Secrets With Girls, Like Guns With Boys, Are Never Valued Till They Make A Noise.

Men Famed For Wit, Of Dangerous Talents Vain, Treat Those Of Common Parts With Proud Disdain; The Powers That Wisdom Would, Improving, Hide, They Blaze Abroad, With Inconsid'rate Pride; While Yet But Mere Probationers For Fame, They Seize The Honor They Should Then Disclaim: Honor So Hurried To The Light Must Fade, The Lasting Laurels Nourish In The Shade.

I Grant Indeed That Fields And Flocks Have Charms, For Him That Gazes Or For Him That Farms.

In General Satire, Every Man Perceives A Slight Attack, Yet Neither Fears Nor Grieves.

Lo! The Poor Toper Whose Untutored Sense, Sees Bliss In Ale, And Can With Wine Dispense; Whose Head Proud Fancy Never Taught To Steer, Beyond The Muddy Ecstasies Of Beer.