Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil

I Cannot Raise My Worth Too High; Of What Vast Consequence Am I! "not Of The Importance You Suppose," Replies A Flea Upon His Nose; "be Humble, Learn Thyself To Scan; Know, Pride Was Never Made For Man.

In Every Age And Clime We See Two Of A Trade Can Never Agree.

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.

I Hate The Man Who Builds His Name On Ruins Of Another's Fame. Thus Prudes, By Characters O'erthrown, Imagine That They Raise Their Own. Thus Scribblers, Covetous Of Praise, Think Slander Can Transplant The Bays.

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes