He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.

Enough Of Satire; In Less Harden'd Times Great Was Her Force, And Mighty Were Her Rhymes. I've Read Of Men, Beyond Man's Daring Brave, Who Yet Have Trembled At The Strokes She Gave; Whose Souls Have Felt More Terrible Alarms From Her One Line, Than From A World In Arms.

Genius Is Independent Of Situation.

Genius Is Of No Country; Her Pure Ray Spreads All Abroad, As General As The Day.

Men The Most Infamous Are Fond Of Fame, And Those Who Fear Not Guilt Yet Start At Shame.

Little Do Such Men Know The Toil, The Pains, The Daily, Nightly Racking Of The Brains, To Range The Thoughts, The Matter To Digest, To Cull Fit Phrases, And Reject The Rest.