The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.

Whatever is, is right.

Wit and judgment often are at strife.

There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.