Politicians Neither Love Nor Hate.

For Every Inch That Is Not Fool, Is Rogue.

Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph Make Atheists Of Mankind.

But 'tis The Talent Of Our English Nation, Still To Be Plotting Some New Reformation.

Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence Of A Rugged Line.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.