Honor Is But An Empty Bubble.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!

For Secrets Are Edged Tools, And Must Be Kept From Children And From Fools.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.