No writing is good that does not tend to better mankind in some way or other.
Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
It is sure the hardest science to forget!
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.
Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.