Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man’s most faithful friend, Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend; But if he will thy friendly checks forego, Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!

To show the world what long experience gains, requires not courage, though it calls for pains; but at life’s outset to inform mankind is a bold effort of a valiant mind.

Feed the musician, and he’s out of tune.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admir’d; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir’d; The joy of youth and health her eyes display’d, And ease of heart her every look convey’d.

To the house of a friend if you’re pleased to retire, You must all things admit, you must all things admire; You must pay with observance the price of your treat, You must eat what is praised, and must praise what you eat.

From powerful causes spring the empiric’s gains, Man’s love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.

All green was anished sae of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue; Sae the green holly with its berries red, And the green moss that o’er the grael spread.

With eye upraised his master’s look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man’s guardian and the poor man’s friend, The only creature faithful to the end.

Fashion, though Folly’s child, and guide of fools, Rules e’en the wisest, and in learning rules.

Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I’ve done it from my youth.