On the four aces doom'd to roll.
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.
Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.
The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.