From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.
The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
Consult the Genius of the Place in all.