Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?

I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.