Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

An honest man's the noblest work of God.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

And empty heads console with empty sound.