Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes: The Glorious Fault Of Angels And Of Gods.

In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.

Age And Want Sit Smiling At The Gate.

I Would Not Be Like Those Authors, Who Forgive Themselves Some Particular Lines For The Sake Of A Whole Poem, And Vice Versa A Whole Poem For The Sake Of Some Particular Lines. I Believe No One Qualification Is So Likely To Make A Good Writer, As The Power Of Rejecting His Own Thoughts.

Truths Would You Teach, Or Save A Sinking Land? All Fear, None Aid You, And Few Understand.