Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.

Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.

For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.

The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

Curse on all laws but those which love has made.