Old Men, For The Most

As Some To Church Repair, Not For The Doctrine, But The Music There. These Equal Syllables Alone Require, Though Oft The Ear The Open Vowels Tire While Expletives Their Feeble Aid Do Join, And Ten Low Words Oft Creep In One Dull Line.

In Adamantine Chains Shall Death Be Bound, And Hell's Grim Tyrant Feel Th' Eternal Wound.

Trust Not Yourself, But Your Defects To Know, Make Use Of Every Friend And Every Foe.

And All Who Told It Added Something New, And All Who Heard It, Made Enlargements Too.

Who Ne'er Knew Joy But Friendship Might Divide,or Gave His Father Grief But When He Died.