The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign,

Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In Wit A Man; Simplicity, A Child.

How Vast A Memory Has Love!

A Perfect Judge Will Read Each Word Of Wit With The Same Spirit That Its Author Writ.

Of All The Causes Which Conspire To Blind Man's Erring Judgement, And Misguide The Mind, What The Weak Head With Strongest Bias Rules, Is Pride, The Never-failing Vice Of Fools.

What Woeful Stuff This Madrigal Would Be, In Some Starved Hackney Sonneteer, Or Me! But Let A Lord Once Own The Happy Lines, How The Wit Brightens! How The Style Refines!