God Has Endowed Man With Inalienable Rights,

The End Of Satire Is The Amendment Of Vices By Correction; And He Who Writes Honestly Is No More An Enemy To The Offender Than The Physician To The Patient When He Prescribes Harsh Remedies.

When I Consider Life, 't Is All A Cheat. Yet Fool'd With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think To-morrow Will Repay. To-morrow 's Falser Than The Former Day; Lies Worse, And While It Says We Shall Be Blest With Some New Joys, Cuts Off What We Possest. Strange Cozenage! None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And From The Dregs Of Life Think To Receive What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!

Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.