'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

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

Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.

Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.

The Physician, by the study and inspection of urine and ordure, approves himself in the science; and in like sort should our author accustom and exercise his imagination upon the dregs of nature.

Judge not of actions by their mere effect; Dive to the center, and the cause detect. Great deeds from meanest springs may take their course, And smallest virtues from a mighty source.

The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.