Men Are But Children Of A Larger

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

'tis A Good Thing To Laugh At Any Rate; And If A Straw Can Tickle A Man, It Is An Instrument Of Happiness.

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.