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.

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

The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.

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.

The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.