Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress’dWhat oft was thought, but ne’er so well express’d;Something whose truth convinced at sight we find,That gives us back the image of our mind.As shades more sweetly recommend the...

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;And here, ev’n then, shall my cold dust remain

To err is human, to forgive, divine.

Nature and Nature’s laws lay hid in night:God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.

Philosophy, that leaned on Heaven before,Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.