And Not A Vanity Is Given In

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

Old Politicians Chew On Wisdom Past, And Totter On In Business To The Last.

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

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

What Woeful Stuff This Madrigal Would Be, In Some Starved Hackney Sonneteer, Or Me! But Let A Lord Once Own The Happy Lines, How The Wit Brightens! How The Style Refines!