Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But

Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First Comer Sped; And They Have Kept It Since By Being Dead.

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.

Arts And Sciences In One And The Same Century Have Arrived At Great Perfection; And No Wonder, Since Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies; The Work Then, Being Pushed On By Many Hands, Must Go Forward.

Merit Challenges Envy.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.