A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.
Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
Genius creates, and taste preserves.
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.
The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.