Richard Savage

May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.

He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.

When Anger rushes, unrestrain'd, to Action, Like a hot Steed, it stumbles in its way! The Man of Thought wounds deepest, and strikes safely.

Nay, but weigh well what you presume to swear! Oaths are of dreadful Weight—and, if they're false, Draw down Damnation.