Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.

I believe it is no wrong Observation, that Persons of Genius, and those who are most capable of Art, are always fond of Nature, as such are chiefly sensible, that all Art consists in the Imitation and Study of Nature. On the contrary, People of the common Level of Understanding are principally delighted with the Little Niceties and Fantastical Operations of Art, and constantly think that finest which is least Natural.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.