Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows.

There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit The Many-headed Monster Of The Pit.

Whether With Reason, Or With Instinct Blest, Know, All Enjoy That Pow'r Which Suits Them Best.

The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is, And It Is Not, The Voice Of God.

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense.