Good-nature And Good-sense Must Ever Join; To

What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or Warns Me Not To Do; This Teach Me More Than Hell To Shun, That More Than Heav'n Pursue.

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

Heav'n First Taught Letters For Some Wretch's Aid, Some Banish'd Lover, Or Some Captive Maid.

To Endeavor To Work Upon The Vulgar With Fine Sense Is Like Attempting To Hew Blocks With A Razor.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows.