She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!
You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.
In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway Directs the roving trout this fatal way, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat. Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line! How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.