There is a majesty in simplicity.
Love the offender, yet detest the offense.
Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.
O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.