The Danger Chiefly Lies In Acting Well;

A Servile Race Who, In Mere Want Of Fault, All Merit Place; Who Blind Obedience Pay To Ancient Schools, Bigots To Greece, And Slaves To Musty Rules.

With Various Readings Stored His Empty Skull, Learn'd Without Sense, And Venerably Dull.

Childhood, Who Like An April Morn Appears, Sunshine And Rain, Hopes Clouded O'er With Fears.

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

The More Haste, Ever The Worst Speed.