Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
Midway from Nothing to the Deity!