O you virtuous owle, The wise Minerva's only fowle.

The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.

In ashes of despaire, though burnt, shall make thee live.

With a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.

Malice, in its false witness, promotes its tale with so cunning a confusion, so mingles truths with falsehoods, surmises with certainties, causes of no moment with matters capital, that the accused can absolutely neither grant nor deny, plead innocen

It is safest to be moderately base - to be flexible in shame and to be always ready for what is generous, good, and just, when anything is to be gained by virtue