Consult The Genius Of The Place, That

Whoever Thinks A Faultless Piece To See, Thinks What Ne'er Was, Nor Is, Nor E'er Shall Be.

That Character In Conversation Which Commonly Passes For Agreeable Is Made Up Of Civility And Falsehood.

I Find Myself Hoping A Total End Of All The Unhappy Divisions Of Mankind By Party-spirit, Which At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

Sleep And Death, Two Twins Of Winged Race, Of Matchless Swiftness, But Of Silent Pace.