Forever will hang out a solemn face,
To put off nonsense with a better grace:
As perlers with some hero’s head make bold—
Illustrious mark!—where pins are to be sold.
What’s the bent brow, or neck in thought reclined?
The body’s wisdom to conceal the mind.
A man of sense can artifice disdain,
As men of wealth may venture to go plain;
And be this truth eternal ne’er forgot,
Solemnity’s a cover for a sot.