Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

Talent should minister to genius.

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.

Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

A lion may die of an ass's kick.