Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!

Some who grow dull religious straight commenceAnd gain in morals what they lose in sense.

Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep,Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.