Then Liberty, Like Day, Breaks On The

I Have A Kitten,the Drollest Of All Creatures That Ever Wore A Cat's Skin.

O, Popular Applause! What Heart Of Man Is Proof Against Thy Sweet, Seducing Charms?

Me Howling Blasts Drive Devious, Tempest-tossed, / Sails Ripped, Seams Opening Wide, And Compass Lost.

The Art Of Poetry Is To Touch The Passions, And Its Duty To Lead Them On The Side Of Virtue.

The Man That Hails You Tom Or Jack, And Proves By Thumps Upon Your Back How He Esteems Your Merit, Is Such A Friend, That One Had Need Be Very Much His Friend Indeed To Pardon Or To Bear It.