Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.

Whatever is, is right.