Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her

So Over Violent, Or Over Civil That Every Man With Him Was God Or Devil.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.

Sure There Is None But Fears A Future State; And When The Most Obdurate Swear They Do Not, Their Trembling Hearts Belie Their Boasting Tongues.

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

Ill Writers Are Usually The Sharpest Censors.