Poor England! Thou Art A Devoted Deer,

Transforms Old Print To Zigzag Manuscript, And Cheats The Eyes Of Gallery Critics By A Thousand Arts.

Most Satirists Are Indeed A Public Scourge; Their Mildest Physic Is A Farrier's Purge; Their Acrid Temper Turns, As Soon As Stirr'd, The Milk Of Their Good Purpose All To Curd. Their Zeal Begotten, As Their Works Rehearse, By Lean Despair Upon An Empty Purse.

The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste, But Sweet Will Be The Flower.

Unmissed But By His Dogs And By His Groom.

Man On The Dubious Waves Of Error Toss'd.