I believe it is no wrong Observation, that Persons of Genius, and those who are most capable of Art, are always fond of Nature, as such are chiefly sensible, that all Art consists in the Imitation and Study of Nature. On the contrary, People of the common Level of Understanding are principally delighted with the Little Niceties and Fantastical Operations of Art, and constantly think that finest which is least Natural.

Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.

Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think or bravely die?

Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.

To be, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company. Go wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense Weigh thy opinion against Providence.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.

It is very natural for a young friend and a young lover to think the persons they love have nothing to do but to please them.

Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer we think we have.