“All Nature is but art, unknown to theeAll chance, direction, which thou canst not see;All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.”

“Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.”

“True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.”

“How vain are all these Glories, all our Pains,Unless good Sense preserve what Beauty gains:That Men may say, when we the Front-box grace,Behold the first in Virtue, as in Face!”

“Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true,But are not critics to their judgment, too?”

“Sure flattery never traveled so far as three thousand miles; it is now only for truth, which over takes all things, to reach you at this distance.”

“Of all the causes which conspire to blindMan's erring judgement, and misguide the mind,What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.”