A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.

The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at; if we laugh at it, they say we are proud; if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.

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!

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Ah! why, ye Gods, should two and two make four?

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.

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.