Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.

The People's Prayer, The Glad Diviner's Theme, The Young Men's Vision, And The Old Men's Dream!

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.

Ev'n Wit's A Burthen, When It Talks Too Long.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

So Poetry, Which Is In Oxford Made An Art, In London Only Is A Trade.