The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
Look at a gown of gold, and you will at least get a sleeve of it.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
What an ornament and safeguard is humor! Far better than wit for a poet and writer. It is a genius itself, and so defends from the insanities.
And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.