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I Fancy The Character Of A Poet Is In Every Country The Same,--fond Of Enjoying The Present, Careless Of The Future; His Conversation That Of A Man Of Sense, His Actions Those Of A Fool.

To Husband Out Life's Taper At The Close, And Keep The Flames From Wasting By Repose.

Processions, Cavalcades, And All That Fund Of Gay Frippery, Furnished Out By Tailors, Barbers, And Tire-women, Mechanically Influence The Mind Into Veneration; An Emperor In His Nightcap Would Not Meet With Half The Respect Of An Emperor With A Crown.

In Two Opposite Opinions, If One Be Perfectly Reasonable, The Other Can't Be Perfectly Right.

Measures, Not Men, Have Always Been My Mark.