A Fellow Feeling Makes Us Wondrous Kind.

The Good Must Merit God's Peculiar Care; But Who But God Can Tell Us Who They Are?

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

Poets Like Painters, Thus Unskilled To Trace The Naked Nature And The Living Grace, With Gold And Jewels Cover Ev'ry Part, And Hide With Ornaments Their Want Of Art. True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dressed, What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Expressed.

In Every Work Regard The Writer's End, Since None Can Compass More Than They Intend.

A Good-natured Man Has The Whole World To Be Happy Out Of.