Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?
The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.