Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.

A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.

Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.

Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people's wrongs his own.

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.