Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.