Genius creates, and taste preserves.

Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.