Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.
Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense weigh thy opinion against Providence.
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.