Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.

Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!