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?

Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

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.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.

Time conquers all, and we must time obey.