Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

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.

In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

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?

Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!