Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.

Say first, of god above or man below; what can we reason but from what we know.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

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

A mighty maze! But not without a plan.