Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.
A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.