It is not so much the being exempt from faults, as having overcome them, that is an advantage to us.

See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly!

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore; full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.