So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human

Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue, But Like A Shadow, Proves The Substance True.

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.

Ah! What Avails It Me The Flocks To Keep, Who Lost My Heart While I Preserv'd My Sheep.

Leave Not A Foot Of Verse, A Foot Of Stone, A Page, A Grave, That They Can Call Their Own; But Spread, My Sons, Your Glory Thin Or Thick, On Passive Paper, Or On Solid Brick.

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.