Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black,

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.

All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye. [and Therefore The Solution Is To Fix The Jaundiced Eye.]

Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In Wit A Man; Simplicity, A Child.

I Think A Good Deal May Be Said To Extenuate The Fault Of Bad Poets. What We Call A Genius, Is Hard To Be Distinguish'd By A Man Himself, From A Strong Inclination: And If His Genius Be Ever So Great, He Can Not At First Discover It Any Other Way, Than By Giving Way To That Prevalent Propensity Which Renders Him The More Liable To Be Mistaken.