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

Virtue is her own reward.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

Mere poets are sottish as mere drunkards are, who live in a continual mist, without seeing or judging anything clearly. A man should be learned in several sciences, and should have a reasonable, philosophical and in some measure a mathematical head, to be a complete and excellent poet.

Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.