Sickness Is A Sort Of

A Gen'rous Heart Repairs A Sland'rous Tongue.

Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

What Woeful Stuff This Madrigal Would Be, In Some Starved Hackney Sonneteer, Or Me! But Let A Lord Once Own The Happy Lines, How The Wit Brightens! How The Style Refines!

Homer Excels All The Inventors Of Other Arts In This: That He Has Swallowed Up The Honor Of Those Who Succeeded Him.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.