Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!

The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.

The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.

Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

The Right Divine of Kings to govern wrong.

Love the offender, yet detest the offense.

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.

Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.

Be silent always when you doubt your sense.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?

You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.

How Instinct varies in the grov'ling swine.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

And little eagles wave their wings in gold.

So upright Quakers please both man and God.

What will a child learn sooner than a song?

Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.

Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.

Unthought-of Frailties cheat us in the Wise.

Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.

Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.

These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!

Eve left Adam, to meet the Devil in private.

To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

What bosom beast not in his country's cause?

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.

Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.

The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.

Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

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