Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.
The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
And make each day a critic on the last.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.