Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.
The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.
Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.