Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.

Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

Wit and judgment often are at strife.