Wisdom Makes A Slow Defense Against Trouble,

Turn, Gentle Hermit Of The Dale, And Guide My Lonely Way To Where Yon Taper Cheers The Vale With Hospitable Ray.

The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends, Went Mad, And Bit The Man.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

Truth From His Lips Prevailed With Double Sway, And Fools, Who Came To Scoff, Remained To Pray.

In Arguing Too, The Parson Own'd His Skill, For E'en Though Vanquish'd He Could Argue Still; While Words Of Learned Length And Thundering Sound Amaz'd The Gazing Rustics Rang'd Around; And Still They Gaz'd, And Still The Wonder Grew That One Small Head Could Carry All He Knew.