Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.

Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore; full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

No craving void left aching in the soul.

Ah! why, ye Gods, should two and two make four?