The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.