How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly!

A mighty maze! But not without a plan.

Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.