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

How vast a memory has Love!

Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.

In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.

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

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

The laughers are a majority.