Histories Are More Full Of

Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

When Rumours Increase, And When There Is An Abundance Of Noise And Clamour, Believe The Second Report.

Count All Th' Advantage Prosperous Vice Attains, 'tis But What Virtue Flies From And Disdains: And Grant The Bad What Happiness They Would, One They Must Want--which Is, To Pass For Good.

Oh! If To Dance All Night, And Dress All Day, Charm'd The Small-pox, Or Chas'd Old Age Away; . . . . To Patch, Nay Ogle, Might Become A Saint, Nor Could It Sure Be Such A Sin To Paint.

Mankind Is Unamendable.