Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confessed, Some Are, And Must Be, Greater Than The Rest, More Rich, More Wise; But Who Infers From Hence That Such Are Happier, Shocks All Common Sense. Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.

Poets Like Painters, Thus Unskilled To Trace The Naked Nature And The Living Grace, With Gold And Jewels Cover Ev'ry Part, And Hide With Ornaments Their Want Of Art. True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dressed, What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Expressed.

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.

Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.