If You Were To Make

Man Seems The Only Growth That Dwindles Here.

When We Take A Slight Survey Of The Surface Of Our Globe A Thousand Objects Offer Themselves Which, Though Long Known, Yet Still Demand Our Curiosity.

Our Garrick 's A Salad; For In Him We See Oil, Vinegar, Sugar, And Saltness Agree!

Write How You Want, The Critic Shall Show The World You Could Have Written Better.

How Blest Is He Who Crowns In Shades Like These A Youth Of Labour With An Age Of Ease!