Never Find Fault With The Absent.

So Man, Who Here Seems Principal Alone, Perhaps Acts Second To Some Sphere Unknown Touches Some Wheel, Or Verges To Some Goal; 'tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

To Err Is Human; To Forgive, Divine.

And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

And You, My Critics! In The Chequer'd Shade, Admire New Light Thro' Holes Yourselves Have Made.

Those Oft Are Stratagems Which Errors Seem Nor Is It Homer Nods, But We That Dream.