Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.

Virtuous And Vicious Every Man Must Be, Few In The Extreme, But All In The Degree.

Leave Not A Foot Of Verse, A Foot Of Stone, A Page, A Grave, That They Can Call Their Own; But Spread, My Sons, Your Glory Thin Or Thick, On Passive Paper, Or On Solid Brick.

There Is No Study That Is Not Capable Of Delighting Us After A Little Application To It.

Trace Science, Then, With Modesty Thy Guide, First Strip Off All Her Equipage Of Pride, Deduct What Is But Vanity Or Dress, Or Learning's Luxury Or Idleness, Or Tricks, To Show The Stretch Of The Human Brain Mere Curious Pleasure Or Ingenious Pain.