Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.

The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

The scripture in times of disputes is like an open town in times of war, which serves in differently the occasions of both parties.

Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?

Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.