On You, My Lord, With Anxious Fear

There Is Not, In My Opinion, Anything More Mysterious In Nature Than This Instinct In Animals, Which Thus Rise Above Reason, And Yet Fall Infinitely Short Of It.

For Ever Singing As They Shine, The Hand That Made Us Is Divine.

It Generally Takes Its Rise Either From An Ill-will To Mankind, A Private Inclination To Make Ourselves Esteemed, An Ostentation Of Wit, And Vanity Of Being Thought In The Secrets Of The World; Or From A Desire Of Gratifying Any Of These Dispositions Of Mind In Those Persons With Whom We Converse.

The Moderns Cannot Reach Their Beauties, But Can Avoid Their Imperfections.

Cleanliness May Be Defined To Be The Emblem Of Purity Of Mind.