There Is Nothing So Absurd Or Ridiculous

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.

The Malicious Sneer Is Improperly Called Laughter.

By Every Remove I Only Drag A Greater Length Of Chain.

Our Bounty, Like A Drop Of Water, Disappears, When Diffus'd Too Widely

I Fancy The Character Of A Poet Is In Every Country The Same,--fond Of Enjoying The Present, Careless Of The Future; His Conversation That Of A Man Of Sense, His Actions Those Of A Fool.