Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.

By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?

When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie; but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.

Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.

No tribute is laid on castles in the air.

England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.