Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone,

A Farce Is That In Poetry Which Grotesque (caricature) Is In Painting. The Persons And Actions Of A Farce Are All Unnatural, And The Manners False, That Is, Inconsistent With The Characters Of Mankind; And Grotesque Painting Is The Just Resemblance Of This.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

For All The Happiness Mankind Can Gain Is Not In Pleasure, But In Rest From Pain.

Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First Comer Sped; And They Have Kept It Since By Being Dead.

Keen Appetite And Quick Digestion Wait On You And Yours.