The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.
That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.