Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.
With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.