Never Find Fault With The Absent.

Heaven Breathes Thro' Ev'ry Member Of The Whole One Common Blessing, As One Common Soul.

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends

A Pear-tree Planted Nigh: 'twas Charg'd With Fruit That Made A Goodly Show, And Hung With Dangling Pears Was Every Bough.

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves.

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.