Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.
Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
The zeal of fools offends at any time.
If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.