What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

What bosom beast not in his country's cause?

Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.

Passions are the gales of life.

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.