But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.

Restless at home, and ever prone to range.

The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.

They live too long who happiness outlive.

If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.