Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.
Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.
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.