Religion, richest favor of the skies.

Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.

O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.

Folly ends where genuine hope begins.