Consult The Genius Of The Place In

Happy The Man Whose Wish And Care A Few Paternal Acres Bound, Content To Breathe His Native Air In His Own Ground.

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

Whoever Thinks A Faultless Piece To See, Thinks What Ne'er Was, Nor Is, Nor E'er Shall Be.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.