With much to excite, there's little to exalt;

Nothing that speaks to all men and all times;

A sort of varnish over every fault;

A kind of common-place, even in their crimes;

Factitious passions—Wit without much salt—

A want of that true nature which sublimes

Whate'er it shows with Truth; a smooth monotony

Of character, in those at least who have got any.