Hills Peep O'er Hills, And

A Man Who Admires A Fine Woman, Has Yet Not More Reason To Wish Himself Her Husband, Than One Who Admired The Hesperian Fruit, Would Have Had To Wish Himself The Dragon That Kept It.

Blest Paper-credit! Last And Best Supply! That Lends Corruption Lighter Wings To Fly!

The Dull Flat Falsehood Serves For Policy, And In The Cunning, Truth's Itself A Lie.

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

Dear, Damned, Distracting Town, Farewell! Thy Fools No More I'll Tease: This Year In Peace, Ye Critics, Dwell, Ye Harlots, Sleep At Ease!