Quick-circulating Slanders Mirth Afford; And Reputation Bleeds

Greatly His Foes He Dreads, But More His Friends; He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.

With Curious Art The Brain, Too Finely Wrought, Preys On Herself, And Is Destroyed By Thought.

Knaves Starve Not In The Land Of Fools.

Drawn By Conceit From Reason's Plan How Vain Is That Poor Creature Man; How Pleas'd In Ev'ry Paltry Elf To Grate About That Thing Himself.

The Rigid Saint, By Whom No Mercy's Shown To Saints Whose Lives Are Better Than His Own.