With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.
Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.
Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!