For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

The Cock and the Fox. Line 452.

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Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lovers’ perjury.

A man so various, that he seem’d to be
Not one, but all mankind’s epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

I can enjoy her while she ‘s kind;
But when she dances in the wind,
And shakes the wings and will not stay,
I puff the prostitute away.

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,–
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Book xv. The Worship of

So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.

Part i. Line 557.