Like Cato, Give His Little Senate Laws,

Consult The Genius Of The Place In All.

First Follow Nature, And Your Judgment Frame By Her Just Standard, Which Is Still The Same: Unerring Nature, Still Divinely Bright, One Clear, Unchanged, And Universal Light, Life, Force, And Beauty Must To All Impart, At Once The Source, And End, And Test Of Art.

Nature Made Every Fop To Plague His Brother, Just As One Beauty Mortifies Another.

While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless Themselves, To Give Their Readers Sleep.

Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.