I Can't Say Whether We Had More

I Fancy The Character Of A Poet Is In Every Country The Same,--fond Of Enjoying The Present, Careless Of The Future; His Conversation That Of A Man Of Sense, His Actions Those Of A Fool.

Age, That Lessens The Enjoyment Of Life, Increases Our Desire Of Living

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

Let Observation With Observant View, Observe Mankind From China To Peru.

Good People All, With One Accord, Lament For Madam Blaize, Who Never Wanted A Good Word From Those Who Spoke Her Praise.