Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.
Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.
A happy genius is the gift of nature.