Hope springs eternal.

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.

Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.

The good must merit God's peculiar care; But who but God can tell us who they are?

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?

When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything, each of them generally gets that which he likes least.

Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!