Man Seems The Only Growth That Dwindles

The Very Pink Of Perfection.

Teach Erring Man To Spurn The Rage Of Gain.

Taste Is The Power Of Relishing Or Rejecting Whatever Is Offered For The Entertainment Of The Imagination.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.

Blame Where You Must, Be Candid Where You Can, And Be Each Critic The Good-natured Man.