Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In

For Lawful Power Is Still Superior Found, When Long Driven Back, At Length It Stands The Ground.

I Am As Free As Nature First Made Man, Ere The Base Laws Of Servitude Began, When Wild In Woods The Noble Savage Ran.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth, Our Appetites As Apt To Change As Theirs, And Full As Craving Too, And Full As Vain.

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.