An Obstinate Person Does Not Hold Opinions;

Fame, Wealth, And Honour! What Are You To Love?

Ask For What End The Heavenly Bodies Shine, Earth For Whose Use? Pride Answers, 'tis For Mine For Me Kind Nature Wakes Her Genial Power, Suckles Each Herb, And Spreads Out Every Flower.

Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.

Nothing Can Be More Shocking And Horrid Than One Of Our Kitchens Sprinkled With Blood, And Abounding With The Cries Of Expiring Victims Or With The Limbs Of Dead Animals Scattered Or Hung Up Here And There.

Truths Would You Teach, Or Save A Sinking Land? All Fear, None Aid You, And Few Understand.