Taste is the power of relishing or rejecting whatever is offered for the entertainment of the imagination.
Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
We are all sure of two things, at least; we shall suffer and we shall all die.
I learn several great truths; as that it is impossible to see into the ways of futurity, that punishment always attends the villain, that love is the fond soother of the human breast.