What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!