Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.

Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore; full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.

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

True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.