Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam: Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense And splendor borrow all her rays from sense.

What thin partitions sense from thought divide.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound,
Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.