True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
As some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire While expletives their feeble aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.
There is a majesty in simplicity.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.