For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned.The berries crackle, and the mill turns round ... At once they gratify their scent and taste.And frequent cups prolong the rich repast... Coffee (which makes the politician wise And see through all things with his half-shut eyes).
Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.
The zeal of fools offends at any time.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made.
'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.