The Man of Wit in many parts is sore,
Touch but a Genius, and he smarts all o'er.
The wife his Wisdom to Resentment owes,
The Fool feels little, for he little knows.
The downright Ass is passive, mild, and tame,
By blows or kindness urg'd, is still the same:
His stoic breast no kindling passions prove,
Kick him you may, but you can never move.