At present we can only reason of the divine justice from what we know of justice in man. When we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it; but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.

Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.