Those Who Would Make Us Feel Must

Who To Patch Up His Fame, Or Fill His Purse, Still Pilfers Wretched Plans, And Makes Them Worse; Like Gypsies, Lest The Stolen Brat Be Known, Defacing First, Then Claiming For His Own.

Genius Is Of No Country.

By Different Methods Different Men Excel, But Where Is He Who Can Do All Things Well?

Constant Attention Wears The Active Mind, Blots Out Our Pow'rs, And Leaves A Blank Behind.

The Rigid Saint, By Whom No Mercy's Shown To Saints Whose Lives Are Better Than His Own.