Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
Ah! why, ye Gods, should two and two make four?
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.