Where Penury Is Felt The Thought Is

And The Tear That Is Wiped With A Little Address, May Be Follow'd Perhaps By A Smile.

But Many A Crime Deemed Innocent On Earth Is Registered In Heaven; And These No Doubt Have Each Their Record, With A Curse Annex'd.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

Spare Feast! A Radish And An Egg.

They Best Can Judge A Poet's Worth, Who Oft Themselves Have Known The Pangs Of A Poetic Birth By Labours Of Their Own.