Wit And Judgment Often Are

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.

Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To Advance, And Men Must Walk, At Least, Before They Dance.

Consult The Genius Of The Place, That Paints As You Plant, And As You Work.

Then From The Mint Walks Forth The Man Of Rhyme, Happy To Catch Me, Just At Dinner-time.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?