Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.

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

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.

Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.