Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.
New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.
As some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire While expletives their feeble aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.
Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.