To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.

Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.

Heaven's harmony is universal love.

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

To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.