Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.

Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.

Persons of genius, and those who are most capable of art, are always most fond of nature: as such are chiefly sensible, that all art consists in the imitation and study of nature.

Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.

One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.

'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.