Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Fame, like the river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.