The Man Recovered Of The Bite, The

O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

The Folly Of Others Is Ever Most Ridiculous To Those Who Are Themselves Most Foolish.

Blame Where You Must, Be Candid Where You Can, And Be Each Critic The Good-natured Man.

[t]here Are Depths Of Thousands Of Miles Which Are Hidden From Our Inquiry. The Only Tidings We Have From Those Unfathomable Regions Are By Means Of Volcanoes, Those Burning Mountains That Seem To Discharge Their Materials From The Lowest Abysses Of The Earth.

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, And Finds Too Late That Men Betray, What Charm Can Soothe Her Melancholy, What Art Can Wash Her Guilt Away?