Good-nature And Good-sense Must Ever Join; To

Education Forms The Common Mind. Just As The Twig Is Bent, The Tree's Inclined.

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confess, Some Are And Must Be Greater Than The Rest.

Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.

I Would Not Be Like Those Authors, Who Forgive Themselves Some Particular Lines For The Sake Of A Whole Poem, And Vice Versa A Whole Poem For The Sake Of Some Particular Lines. I Believe No One Qualification Is So Likely To Make A Good Writer, As The Power Of Rejecting His Own Thoughts.

Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams And Fables Of The Sky.