Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

Order is heaven's first law.

That, chang'd thro' all and yet in all the same, Great in the Earth as in th' Ætherial frame, Warms in the Sun, refreshes in the Breeze, Glows in the Stars, and blossoms in the Trees... Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part... Submit - in this, or any other Sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood... All partial Evil, universal Good.