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.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.

[T]hro’ this Air, this Ocean, and this Earth, All Nature quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high progressive life may go? Around how wide? how deep extend below? Vast Chain of Being! which from God began, Ethereal Essence, Spirit, Substance, Man, Beast, Bird, Fish, Insect! what no Eye can see, No Glass can reach! from Infinite to Thee! From Thee to Nothing.... From Nature’s Chain whatever Link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.... All are but parts of one stupendous Whole: Whose Body Nature is, and God the Soul.

Love the offender, yet detest the offense.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!