Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.

The Dances Ended, All The Fairy Train For Pinks And Daisies Search'd The Flow'ry Plain.

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Persons Of Genius, And Those Who Are Most Capable Of Art, Are Always Most Fond Of Nature: As Such Are Chiefly Sensible, That All Art Consists In The Imitation And Study Of Nature.

Every Professional Was Once An Amateur.

One Thought Of Thee Puts All The Pomp To Flight; Priests, Tapers, Temples, Swim Before My Sight.