Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
The most positive men are the most credulous.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.