"...they whom Truth and Wisdom lead, Can gather honey from a weed."
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest, till half mankind were, like himself, possest.
But war 's a game which were their subjects wise Kings would not play at.
A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.
This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, Built as it has been in our waning years, A rest afforded to our weary feet, Preliminary to - the last retreat.
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.
He would not, with a peremptory tone, Assert the nose upon his face his own.
A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct; The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new what ev'ry body knows; and, new or old, still hasten to a close.
