All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

The good must merit God's peculiar care; But who but God can tell us who they are?

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.