Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?
And write about it, Goddess, and about it!
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.
Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.