It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.

Not without art, but yet to Nature true.

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense.

With various readings stored his empty skull, / Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense

The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings; the
inherent vice of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries.