Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 339.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 43.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.[322:2]
Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 149.
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