The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.