Never Was It Given To Mortal Man

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Nor In The Critic Let The Man Be Lost.

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

It Is Observable That The Ladies Frequent Tragedies More Than Comedies; The Reason May Be, That In Tragedy Their Sex Is Deified And Adored, In Comedy Exposed And Ridiculed.