With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
If you mean to profit, learn to praise.