Wherever Waves Can Roll, And Winds Can

The Rigid Saint, By Whom No Mercy's Shown To Saints Whose Lives Are Better Than His Own.

Genius Is Independent Of Situation.

Weak Is That Throne, And In Itself Unsound, Which Takes Not Solid Virtue For Its Ground.

Tis Mighty Easy O'er A Glass Of Wine On Vain Refinements Vainly To Refine, To Laugh At Poverty In Plenty's Reign, To Boast Of Apathy When Out Of Pain, And In Each Sentence, Worthy Of The Schools, Varnish'd With Sophistry, To Deal Out Rules Most Fit For Practice, But For One Poor Fault That Into Practice They Can Ne'er Be Brought.

To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense.