Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

The most positive men are the most credulous.

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.