Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.

Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honoris a private station.

Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth.

Half the misery of human life might be extinguished if men would alleviate the general curse they lie under by mutual offices of compassion, benevolence, and humanity.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

Title and ancestry render a good man more illustrious, but an ill one more contemptible.

Riches expose a man to pride and luxury, and a foolish elation of heart.