The villain's censure is extorted praise.

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

Astrologers that future fates foreshow.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.

Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.