Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!

Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.

Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.

Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.