In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest

No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother.

Look Round, The Wrecks Of Play Behold; Estates Dismember'd, Mortgaged, Sold! Their Owners Now To Jails Confin'd, Show Equal Poverty Of Mind.

Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In Silence Sleep!

To Frame The Little Animal, Provide All The Gay Hues That Wait On Female Pride: Let Nature Guide Thee; Sometimes Golden Wire The Shining Bellies Of The Fly Require; The Peacock's Plumes Thy Tackle Must Not Fail, Nor The Dear Purchase Of The Sable's Tail.

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.