Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.

Woman's at best a contradiction still.

For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned.The berries crackle, and the mill turns round ... At once they gratify their scent and taste.And frequent cups prolong the rich repast... Coffee (which makes the politician wise And see through all things with his half-shut eyes).

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.