The good must merit God's peculiar care; But who but God can tell us who they are?

Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.

Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.

Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?