The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.

Monuments, like men, submit to fate.

Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.