Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

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

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.

As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.