Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.

It's a hard world, neighbors, if a man's oath must be his master.

Is it not evident, in these last hundred years (when the Study of Philosophy has been the business of all the Virtuosi in Christendome) that almost a new Nature has been revealed to us? that more errours of the School have been detected, more useful Experiments in Philosophy have been made, more Noble Secrets in Opticks, Medicine, Anatomy, Astronomy, discover'd, than in all those credulous and doting Ages from Aristotle to us? So true it is that nothing spreads more fast than Science, when rightly and generally cultivated.

Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.