Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.
Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.