Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.