The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who for their friends abandoned soul and all.
If its length be not considered a merit, it hath no other.
What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?
Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.