The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.