Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

And Seem To Walk On Wings, And Tread In Air.

Like Cato, Give His Little Senate Laws, And Sit Attentive To His Own Applause.

The Right Divine Of Kings To Govern Wrong.

Woman's At Best A Contradiction Still.

Heav'n From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate, All But The Page Prescribed, Their Present State: From Brutes What Men, From Men What Spirits Know: Or Who Could Suffer Being Here Below?