Party-spirit At Best Is But

Awake, My St. John! Leave All Meaner Things To Low Ambition And The Pride Of Kings. Let Us (since Life Can Little More Supply Than Just To Look About Us, And To Die) Expatiate Free O'er All This Scene Of Man; A Mighty Maze! But Not Without A Plan.

Hills Peep O'er Hills, And Alps On Alps Arise.

Whether The Darken'd Room To Muse Invite, Or Whiten'd Wall Provoke The Skew'r To Write; In Durance, Exile, Bedlam, Or The Mint, Like Lee Or Budgel I Will Rhyme And Print.

What Dire Offence From Am'rous Causes Springs, What Mighty Contests Rise From Trivial Things.

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.