Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.

Pretty Conceptions, Fine Metaphors, Glittering Expressions, And Something Of A Neat Cast Of Verse Are Properly The Dress, Gems, Or Loose Ornaments Of Poetry.

Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice Is Fed.

Know Then Thyself, Presume Not God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.