They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!

Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.

Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.