What bosom beast not in his country's cause?

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.

Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.

No craving void left aching in the soul.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.