For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.

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

Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.