To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made.