It Is Sufficient To Say, According To

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And Most Sublime Poems Which Either This Age Or Nation Has Produced.

But When To Sin Our Biased Nature Leans, The Careful Devil Is Still At Hand With Means; And Providently Pimps For Ill Desires.