Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.

How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?

Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.