There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.
The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!
As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.
When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.
The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
Dogs, ye have had your day!