Date: 1796

"John Bull, 'tis said, and 'tis most truly said, / Has evermore a windmill in his head: / Which still, as fashions, factions, fancies sway, / With every puff, is whiffled every way"

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: w. 1766, 1796

"Little minds / Do judge of great things, like the purblind gnat, / That deems a fly, a monster"

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: 1796

"No drug, nor juice of all the acid tribe, / Can move the Tints, which Glassy Pores imbibe; / So no mean prejudice, no bribes, nor art, / Efface th' Impressions of an Upright Heart."

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: 1796

"Thus Books are intellectual Aliment drest / For every appetite of every guest."

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: 1796

"Still, still my soul in memory's inmost cell, / Where images most dear, most sacred dwell, / With willing gratitude retains, reveres, / Thy faithful service to my weakest years!"

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: 1796

"Or let two words, in my mind's eye, / Unite more close, than You, and I."

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: 1796

"Say, ye who balance things in reason's scale, / Does Magnanimity soar a pitch more high, / When Majesty listens to a trifler's tale?-- / Or when Humanity scorns to hurt a fly?"

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: 1796

"Pervious to every beam, transparent Glass / Gives to the eye, all objects as they pass: / So the clear Soul, when justice claims her due, / Or honour calls,--sets all within, to view."

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)