He that runs may read.

Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.

Lights of the world, and stars of human race.

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.