You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of

The Scripture In Times Of Disputes Is Like An Open Town In Times Of War, Which Serves In Differently The Occasions Of Both Parties.

A Mighty Maze! But Not Without A Plan.

No Silver Saints, By Dying Misers Giv'n, Here Brib'd The Rage Of Ill-requited Heav'n; But Such Plain Roofs As Piety Could Raise, And Only Vocal With The Maker's Praise.

Nor In The Critic Let The Man Be Lost.

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.