Wit, Who Never Once Forgave A Brother,

Nature Listening Stood, Whilst Shakespeare Play'd And Wonder'd At The Work Herself Had Made.

Constant Attention Wears The Active Mind, Blots Out Our Pow'rs, And Leaves A Blank Behind.

The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask Their Way.

The Danger Chiefly Lies In Acting Well; No Crime's So Great As Daring To Excel.

It Can't Be Nature, For It Is Not Sense.