Elegant As Simplicity, And Warm As Ecstasy.

Manner Is All In All, Whate'er Is Writ,the Substitute For Genius, Sense, And Wit.

And, Of All Lies (be That One Poet's Boast) / The Lie That Flatters I Abhor The Most.

Knowledge, A Rude Unprofitable Mass, The Mere Materials With Which Wisdom Builds, Till Smoothed And Squared And Fitted To Its Place, Does But Encumber Whom It Seems To Enrich. Knowledge Is Proud That He Has Learned So Much; Wisdom Is Humble That He Knows No More.

Forced From Home, And All Its Pleasures, Afric Coast I Left Forlorn; To Increase A Stranger's Treasures, O The Raging Billows Borne. Men From England Bought And Sold Me, Paid My Price In Paltry Gold; But, Though Theirs They Have Enroll'd Me, Minds Are Never To Be Sold.

Grief Is Itself A Medicine.