Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
Deathless laurel is the victor's due.
Pity melts the mind to love.
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.