Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confessed, Some Are, And Must Be, Greater Than The Rest, More Rich, More Wise; But Who Infers From Hence That Such Are Happier, Shocks All Common Sense. Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.

New, Distant Scenes Of Endless Science Rise: So Pleas'd At First, The Towring Alps We Try.

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.

There Is No Study That Is Not Capable Of Delighting Us After A Little Application To It.

We Think Our Fathers Fools, So Wise We Grow. Our Wiser Sons, No Doubt Will Think Us So.