No Tribute Is Laid On Castles In

Wherever Waves Can Roll, And Winds Can Blow.

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

With Various Readings Stored His Empty Skull, Learn'd Without Sense, And Venerably Dull.

Keep Up Appearances; There Lies The Test. The World Will Give Thee Credit For The Rest.

When Fiction Rises Pleasing To The Eye, Men Will Believe, Because They Love The Lie; But Truth Herself, If Clouded With A Frown, Must Have Some Solemn Proof To Pass Her Down.