Genius Is Independent Of Situation.

With Various Readings Stored His Empty Skull, Learn'd Without Sense, And Venerably Dull.

The Surest Way To Health, Say What They Will, Is Never To Suppose We Shall Be Ill; Most Of The Ills Which We Poor Mortals Know From Doctors And Imagination Flow.

The Villager, Born Humbly And Bred Hard, Content His Wealth, And Poverty His Guard, In Action Simply Just, In Conscience Clear, By Guilt Untainted, Undisturb'd By Fear, His Means But Scanty, And His Wants But Few, Labor His Business, And His Pleasure Too, Enjoys More Comforts In A Single Hour Than Ages Give The Wretch Condemn'd To Power.

By Different Methods Different Men Excel, But Where Is He Who Can Do All Things Well?

With That Malignant Envy Which Turns Pale, And Sickens, Even If A Friend Prevail.