Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.

Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

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.

Dogs, ye have had your day!

Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.