Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.

Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.

Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.

Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense weigh thy opinion against Providence.

But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.

Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.

All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.