Th' Embroid'ry Of Poetic Dreams.

Habits Are Soon Assumed; But When We Strive To Strip Them Off, 'tis Being Flayed Alive.

Toil For The Brave! The Brave That Are No More.

Unless A Love Of Virtue Light The Flame, Satire Is, More Than Those He Brands, To Blame; He Hides Behind A Magisterial Air He Own Offences, And Strips Others' Bare.

No, Freedom Has A Thousand Charms To Show That Slaves, Howe'er Contented, Never Know.

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