How Glowing Guilt Exalts The Keen Delight!

Devotion's Self Shall Steal A Thought From Heaven.

If I Am Right, Thy Grace Impart Still In The Right To Stay; If I Am Wrong, O, Teach My Heart To Find That Better Way!

To Observations Which Ourselves We Make, We Grow More Partial For Th' Observer's Sake.

Though Triumphs Were To Generals Only Due, Crowns Were Reserved To Grace The Soldiers Too.

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought, And Still Appears More Decent As More Suitable; A Vile Conceit In Pompous Words Express'd, Is Like A Clown In Regal Purple Dress'd.