Some People Are More Nice Than Wise.

Great Contest Follows, And Much Learned Dust Involves The Combatants; Each Claiming Truth, And Truth Disclaiming Both.

Satan Trembles When He Sees The Weakest Saint Upon Their Knees.

Made Poetry A Mere Mechanic Art.

A Noisy Man Is Always In The Right.

Heaven Speed The Canvas, Gallantly Unfurl'd, To Furnish And Accommodate A World, To Give The Pole The Produce Of The Sun, And Knit The Unsocial Climates Into One.