Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?

Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.

An honest man's the noblest work of God.