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?

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.