Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

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.

Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!

Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.