Judges And Senates Have Been Bought For

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

With Sharpen'd Sight Pale Antiquaries Pore, Th' Inscription Value, But The Rust Adore. This The Blue Varnish, That The Green Endears; The Sacred Rust Of Twice Ten Hundred Years.

Act Well Your Part, There All The Honour Lies.

A Good-natured Man Has The Whole World To Be Happy Out Of.

How Shall I Lose The Sin, Yet Keep The Sense, And Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offence?