On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?

Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.