Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.

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

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

True self-love and social are the same.

No Senses stronger than his brain can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly: What the advantage, if his finer eyes Study a Mite, not comprehend the Skies?... Or quick Effluvia darting thro' his brain, Die of a Rose, in Aromatic pain? If Nature thunder'd in his opening ears, And stunn'd him with the music of the Spheres... Who finds not Providence all-good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies?