All Nature Mourns, The Skies Relent In

There Is Nothing That Is Meritorious But Virtue And Friendship.

Consult The Genius Of The Place In All.

Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

Satire Or Sense, Alas! Can Sporus Feel? Who Breaks A Butterfly Upon A Wheel?

I Find Myself Hoping A Total End Of All The Unhappy Divisions Of Mankind By Party-spirit, Which At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.