Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change

All Truth Is Precious, If Not All Divine; And What Dilates The Powers Must Needs Refine.

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.

Words Learn'd By Rote A Parrot May Rehearse, But Talking Is Not Always To Converse, Not More Distinct From Harmony Divine The Constant Creaking Of A Country Sign.

And, Of All Lies (be That One Poet's Boast) / The Lie That Flatters I Abhor The Most.

Anticipated Rents, And Bills Unpaid, Force Many A Shining Youth Into The Shade, Not To Redeem His Time, But His Estate, And Play The Fool, But At The Cheaper Rate.