The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side

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.

Love, Free As Air, At Sight Of Human Ties, Spreads His Light Wings, And In A Moment Flies.

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?

Oft In Dreams Invention We Bestow To Change A Flounce Or Add A Furbelow.

Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To Advance, And Men Must Walk, At Least, Before They Dance.