Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.
You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.
For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.