Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.

At Length Corruption, Like A General Flood (so Long By Watchful Ministers Withstood), Shall Deluge All; And Avarice, Creeping On, Spread Like A Low-born Mist, And Blot The Sun.

Those Oft Are Stratagems Which Errors Seem Nor Is It Homer Nods, But We That Dream.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

A Wise Physician, Skill'd Our Wounds To Heal, Is More Than Armies To The Public Weal.