No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne

And Little Eagles Wave Their Wings In Gold.

I Believe No One Qualification Is So Likely To Make A Good Writer, As The Power Of Rejecting His Own Thoughts.

Know Then Thyself, Presume Not God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!