Those Oft Are Stratagems Which

Careless Of Censure, Nor Too Fond Of Fame, Still Pleased To Praise, Yet Not Afraid To Blame, Averse Alike To Flatter Or Offend, Not Free From Faults, Nor Yet Too Vain To Mend.

Pleas'd Look Forward, Pleas'd To Look Behind,and Count Each Birthday With A Grateful Mind.

Some Judge Of Authors' Names, Not Works, And Then Nor Praise Nor Blame The Writings, But The Men.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.