On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.

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

How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?

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.

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

A perfect woman's but a softer man.