No Silver Saints, By Dying Misers Giv'n,

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye. [and Therefore The Solution Is To Fix The Jaundiced Eye.]

Our Plenteous Streams A Various Race Supply, The Bright-eyed Perch With Fins Of Tyrian Dye, The Silver Eel, In Shining Volumes Roll'd, The Yellow Carp, In Scales Bedropp'd With Gold, Swift Trouts, Diversified With Crimson Stains, And Pikes, The Tyrants Of The Wat'ry Plains.

Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In The Wise.

The Villain's Censure Is Extorted Praise.