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No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.

Know Then, Unnumber'd Spirits Round Thee Fly, The Light Militia Of The Lower Sky.

Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In Wit A Man; Simplicity, A Child.

The World Is A Thing We Must Of Necessity Either Laugh At Or Be Angry At; If We Laugh At It, They Say We Are Proud; If We Are Angry At It, They Say We Are Ill-natured.

Interspersed In Lawn And Opening Glades, Thin Trees Arise That Shun Each Others' Shades.