True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

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.

Whatever is, is right.

Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?