The Villain's Censure Is Extorted Praise.

Count All Th' Advantage Prosperous Vice Attains, 'tis But What Virtue Flies From And Disdains: And Grant The Bad What Happiness They Would, One They Must Want--which Is, To Pass For Good.

Say First, Of God Above Or Man Below; What Can We Reason But From What We Know.

They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake.

Why Has Not Man A Microscopic Eye? For This Plain Reason, Man Is Not A Fly. Say What The Use, Were Finer Optics Giv'n, T' Inspect A Mite, Not Comprehend The Heav'n.

O Let Us Still The Secret Joy Partake, To Follow Virtue Even For Virtue's Sake.