So The False Spider, When

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!

With Odorous Oil Thy Head And Hair Are Sleek; And Then Thou Kemb'st The Tuzzes On Thy Cheek: Of These, My Barbers Take A Costly Care.

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

For What Can Power Give More Than Food And Drink, To Live At Ease, And Not Be Bound To Think?

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.