That Character In Conversation Which Commonly Passes

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves. Taste Is The Good Sense Of Genius; Without Taste, Genius Is Only Sublime Folly.

Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law, Pleased With A Rattle, Tickled With A Straw; Some Livelier Plaything Gives His Youth Delight, A Little Louder, But As Empty Quite; Scarfs, Garters, Gold, Amuse His Riper Stage, And Beads And Prayer-books Are The Toys Of Age. Pleased With This Bauble Still, As That Before, Till Tired He Sleeps, And Life's Poor Play Is O'er.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.