Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

There is a majesty in simplicity.

Wit and judgment often are at strife.

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.

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

Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.