Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect,

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

Of Little Use, The Man You May Suppose, Who Says In Verse What Others Say In Prose; Yet Let Me Show A Poet's Of Some Weight, And (though No Soldier) Useful To The State, What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song? What Better Teach A Foreigner The Tongue? What's Long Or Short, Each Accent Where To Place And Speak In Public With Some Sort Of Grace?

When To Mischief Mortals Bend Their Will, How Soon They Find It Instruments Of Ill.

A Wise Physician, Skill'd Our Wounds To Heal, Is More Than Armies To The Public Weal.

Women, As They Are Like Riddles In Being Unintelligible, So Generally Resemble Them In This, That They Please Us No Longer Once We Know Them.