Philosophy Is The Toil Which Can Never

The Screech-owl, With Ill-boding Cry, Portends Strange Things, Old Women Say; Stops Every Fool That Passes By, And Frights The School-boy From His Play.

Satire Should, Like A Polished Razor Keen, Wound With A Touch That's Scarcely Felt Or Seen.

I Am Patriot Enough To Take Pains To Bring This Usefull Invention Into Fashion In England, And I Should Not Fail To Write To Some Of Our Doctors Very Particularly About It, If I Knew Anyone Of 'em That I Thought Had Virtue Enough To Destroy Such A Considerable Branch Of Revenue For The Good Of Mankind, But That Distemper Is Too Beneficial To Them Not To Expose To All Their Resentment The Hardy Wight That Should Undertake To Put An End To It.

Writers Of Novels And Romance In General Bring A Double Loss To Their Readers; Robbing Them Of Their Time And Money; Representing Men, Manners, And Things, That Never Have Been, Or Are Likely To Be.

While Conscience Is Our Friend, All Is At Peace; However Once It Is Offended, Farewell To A Tranquil Mind.