The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heartfelt

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

Leave Not A Foot Of Verse, A Foot Of Stone, A Page, A Grave, That They Can Call Their Own; But Spread, My Sons, Your Glory Thin Or Thick, On Passive Paper, Or On Solid Brick.

Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offense.

Talk What You Will Of Taste, My Friend, You'll Find Two Of A Face As Soon As Of A Mind.