In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.

I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

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.