Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

The pure and noble, the graceful and dignified, simplicity of language is nowhere in such perfection as in the Scriptures and Homer. The whole book of Job, with regard both to sublimity of thought and morality, exceeds, beyond all comparison, the most noble parts of Homer.

Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.

No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.

Time conquers all, and we must time obey.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

So upright Quakers please both man and God.