Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

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.

Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned.The berries crackle, and the mill turns round ... At once they gratify their scent and taste.And frequent cups prolong the rich repast... Coffee (which makes the politician wise And see through all things with his half-shut eyes).

True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.

But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.