Woman's at best a contradiction still.

A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow: Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.