Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

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

Did Some More Sober Critics Come Abroad? If Wrong, I Smil'd; If Right, I Kiss'd The Rod.

Every Professional Was Once An Amateur.

The Time Shall Come, When, Free As Seas Or Wind, Unbounded Thames Shall Flow For All Mankind, Whole Nations Enter With Each Swelling Tide, And Seas But Join The Regions They Divide; Earth's Distant Ends Our Glory Shall Behold, And The New World Launch Forth To Seek The Old.

For I, Who Hold Sage Homer's Rule The Best, Welcome The Coming, Speed The Going Guest.