Nature And Nature's Laws Lay Hid In

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

Alas! The Small Discredit Of A Bribe Scarce Hurts The Lawyer, But Undoes The Scribe.