Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through nature up to nature's God.
Line 379.
Formed by thy converse happily to steer
Prom grave to gay, from lively to severe.
MORAL ESSAYS.
Epistle i. Line 135.
'Tis from high life high characters are drawn—
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Line 149.
'Tis education forms the common mind:
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.