All chance, direction, which thou canst not see
Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.
A perfect woman's but a softer man.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.