Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
Epistle to Mr. Addison. Line 67.
'T is with our judgments as our watches,—none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.[323:1]
Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 9.
One science only will one genius fit:
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.