Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

In Adamantine Chains Shall Death Be Bound, And Hell's Grim Tyrant Feel Th' Eternal Wound.

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.

Know Then Thyself, Presume Not God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.