A perfect woman's but a softer man.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.
Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.
The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.
Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.