A Gen'rous Heart Repairs A Sland'rous Tongue.

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves. Taste Is The Good Sense Of Genius; Without Taste, Genius Is Only Sublime Folly.

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

Love Finds An Altar For Forbidden Fires.