'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We

Who Are Next To Knaves? Those That Converse With Them.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

Content If Hence Th' Unlearn'd Their Wants May View, The Learn'd Reflect On What Before They Knew.

The Finest Minds, Like The Finest Metals, Dissolve The Easiest.

Here Am I, Dying Of A Hundred Good Symptoms.