Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
Thought would destroy their paradise.