Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own

The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Persons of genius, and those who are most capable of art, are always most fond of nature: as such are chiefly sensible, that all art consists in the imitation and study of nature.

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.