Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense.

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

Extremes In Nature Equal Ends Produce; In Man They Join To Some Mysterious Use.

A King May Be A Tool, A Thing Of Straw; But If He Serves To Frighten Our Enemies, And Secure Our Property, It Is Well Enough; A Scarecrow Is A Thing Of Straw, But It Protects The Corn.

For What I Have Publish'd, I Can Only Hope To Be Pardon'd; But For What I Have Burned, I Deserve To Be Prais'd.