An honest man's the noblest work of God.

How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?

Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.

It is very natural for a young friend and a young lover to think the persons they love have nothing to do but to please them.

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?

The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.