Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?
Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.
A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.
The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.
Ah! why, ye Gods, should two and two make four?
"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.