You Purchase Pain With All That Joy

But Just Disease To Luxury Succeeds, And Ev'ry Death Its Own Avenger Breeds.

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

Presumptuous Man! The Reason Wouldst Thou Find,why Form'd So Weak, So Little, And So Blind?first, If Thou Canst, The Harder Reason Guess,why Form'd No Weaker, Blinder, And No Less!ask Of Thy Mother Earth, Why Oaks Are Madetaller Or Stronger Than The Weeds They Shade?or Ask Of Yonder Argent Fields Above,why Jove's Satellites Are Less Than Jove?

The Ruling Passion, Be It What It Will. The Ruling Passion Conquers Reason Still.

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.