Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

The Difference Is Too Nice - Where Ends The Virtue Or Begins The Vice.

When To Mischief Mortals Bend Their Will, How Soon They Find It Instruments Of Ill.

On Cold December Fragrant Chaplets Blow, And Heavy Harvests Nod Beneath The Snow.

'tis Not Enough Your Counsel Still Be True; Blunt Truths More Mischief Than Nice Falsehoods Do.

To Buy Books As Some Do Who Make No Use Of Them, Only Because They Were Published By An Eminent Printer, Is Much As If A Man Should Buy Clothes That Did Not Fit Him, Only Because They Were Made By Some Famous Tailor.