Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense.

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.

To What Base Ends, And By What Abject Ways, Are Mortals Urg'd Through Sacred Lust Of Praise!

Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

Authors Are Partial To Their Wit, 'tis True, But Are Not Critics To Their Judgment, Too?