The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.

The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.

While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.

A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.