Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
Never elated when someone’s oppressed, never dejected when another one’s blessed.
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those move easiest who have learn’d to dance.
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.