Elegant As Simplicity, And Warm As Ecstasy.

No Wild Enthusiast Could Rest, Till Half The World Like Him Was Possessed.

O Solitude, Where Are The Charms That Sages Have Seen In Thy Face? Better Dwell In The Midst Of Alarms, Than Reign In This Horrible Place.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

Pity! Religion Has So Seldom Found A Skilful Guide Into Poetic Ground! The Flowers Would Spring Where'er She Deign'd To Stray And Every Muse Attend Her In Her Way.

Elegant As Simplicity, And Warm As Ecstasy.