The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!

A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.

The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.