Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or

And Bear About The Mockery Of Woe To Midnight Dances And The Public Show.

The Finest Minds, Like The Finest Metals, Dissolve The Easiest.

What Can Ennoble Sots, Or Slaves, Or Cowards? Alas! Not All The Blood, Of All The Howards.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Nor In The Critic Let The Man Be Lost.