Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected

Fondly We Think We Honor Merit Then, When We But Praise Ourselves In Other Men.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?

Some Men's Wit Is Like A Dark Lantern, Which Serves Their Own Turn And Guides Them Their Own Way, But Is Never Known (according To The Scripture Phrase) Either To Shine Forth Before Men, Or To Glorify Their Father In Heaven.

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.

The Grave Unites; Where E'en The Great Find Rest, And Blended Lie Th' Oppressor And Th' Oppressed!