Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.