The Laughers Are A Majority.

Here Hills And Vales, The Woodland And The Plain Here Earth And Water Seem To Strive Again, Not Chaos-like Together Crushed And Bruised, But, As The World, Harmoniously Confused: Where Order In Variety We See, And Where, Though All Things Differ, All Agree.

Be Niggards Of Advice On No Pretense; For The Worst Avarice Is That Of Sense.

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

To Teach Vain Wits That Science Little Known, T' Admire Superior Sense, And Doubt Their Own!

Whate'er The Talents, Or Howe'er Designed, We Hang One Jingling Padlock On The Mind.