All nature is but art unknown to thee.

An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.

To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.