Couplets on Wit
I
But
our
Great
Turks
in
wit
must
reign
alone
And
ill
can
bear
a
Brother
on
the
Throne.
II
Wit
is
like
faith
by
such
warm
Fools
profest
Who
to
be
saved
by
one,
must
damn
the
rest.
III
Some
who
grow
dull
religious
strait
commence
And
gain
in
morals
what
they
lose
in
sence.
IV
Wits
starve
as
useless
to
a
Common
weal
While
Fools
have
places
purely
for
their
Zea.
V
Now
wits
gain
praise
by
copying
other
wits
As
one
Hog
lives
on
what
another
sh—-.
VI
Wou'd
you
your
writings
to
some
Palates
fit
Purged
all
you
verses
from
the
sin
of
wit
For
authors
now
are
so
conceited
grown
They
praise
no
works
but
what
are
like
their
own.
