Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.