From the moment one sets up for an author, one must be treated as ceremoniously, that is as unfaithfully, "as a king's favorite or a king.
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.
Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.