How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?
Genius involves both envy and calumny.
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.
I was not born for courts and great affairs, but I pay my debts, believe and say my prayers.
The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.