Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice Is Fed.

But See How Oft Ambition's Aims Are Cross'd, And Chiefs Contend 'til All The Prize Is Lost!

And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left Free The Human Will.

The Vanity Of Human Life Is Like A River, Constantly Passing Away, And Yet Constantly Coming On.

For Forms Of Faith Let Graceless Zealots Fight; His Can't Be Wrong Whose Life Is In The Right.

Praise Is Like Ambergrease: A Little Whiff Of It, And By Snatches, Is Very Agreeable; But When A Man Holds A Whole Lump Of It To Your Nose, It Is A Stink, And Strikes You Down.