Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.

Of Darkness Visible So Much Be Lent, As Half To Show, Half Veil, The Deep Intent.

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

Ten Censure Wrong For One Who Writes Amiss.

Our Judgments, Like Our Watches, None Go Just Alike, Yet Each Believes His Own