The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

An obstinate person does not hold opinions; they hold them.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.