“In vain sedate reflections we would make When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take.”

“Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er,…”

“Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns…”

“Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!-- The Poets, who…”

“O fading honours of the dead! O high ambition, lowly laid!”

“How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of…”