Whate'er The Talents, Or Howe'er Designed, We

Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

Reason's Whole Pleasure, All The Joys Of Sense, Lie In Three Words,-health, Peace, And Competence.

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.

From Vulgar Bounds With Brave Disorder Part, And Snatch A Grace Beyond The Reach Of Art.

To Endeavor To Work Upon The Vulgar With Fine Sense Is Like Attempting To Hew Blocks With A Razor.