Gentle Dullness Ever Loves A

All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See

But Those Who Cannot Write, And Those Who Can, All Rhyme, And Scrawl, And Scribble, To A Man.

Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

Here Thou, Great Anna! Whom Three Realms Obey, / Dost Sometimes Counsel Take—and Sometimes Tea.

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense.