Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And

Age And Want Sit Smiling At The Gate.

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends

Homer Excels All The Inventors Of Other Arts In This: That He Has Swallowed Up The Honor Of Those Who Succeeded Him.

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Of All The Causes Which Conspire To Blind Man's Erring Judgement, And Misguide The Mind, What The Weak Head With Strongest Bias Rules, Is Pride, The Never-failing Vice Of Fools.