Vices And Virtues Are Of

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves. Taste Is The Good Sense Of Genius; Without Taste, Genius Is Only Sublime Folly.

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.

Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown; Oh, Grant An Honest Fame, Or Grant Me None!

The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign, And Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.