Whatever Is, Is Right.

Ask For What End The Heavenly Bodies Shine, Earth For Whose Use? Pride Answers, 'tis For Mine For Me Kind Nature Wakes Her Genial Power, Suckles Each Herb, And Spreads Out Every Flower.

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

Coffee Which Makes The Politician Wise, And See Through All Things With His Half-shut Eyes.

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confessed, Some Are, And Must Be, Greater Than The Rest, More Rich, More Wise; But Who Infers From Hence That Such Are Happier, Shocks All Common Sense. Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.