Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.

So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.

Poets that lasting marble seek, Must come in Latin or in Greek.

Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.