Fear guides more than gratitude.

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.

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.

And learn the luxury of doing good.

A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.

The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves.