Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.
At present we can only reason of the divine justice from what we know of justice in man. When we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it; but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.
Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?
The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.