Whatever Is, Is Right.

So Modern 'pothecaries, Taught The Art By Doctor's Bills To Play The Doctor's Part, Bold In The Practice Of Mistaken Rules, Prescribe, Apply, And Call Their Masters Fools.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

When To Mischief Mortals Bend Their Will, How Soon They Find It Instruments Of Ill.

Such As Are Still Observing Upon Others Are Like Those Who Are Always Abroad At Other Men's Houses, Reforming Everything There While Their Own Runs To Ruin.