An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
And make each day a critic on the last.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.