The nicest constitutions of government are often like the finest pieces of clock-work, which, depending on so many motions, are therefore more subject to be out of order.

Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.