All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

Love, Hope, And Joy, Fair Pleasure's Smiling Train, Hate, Fear, And Grief, The Family Of Pain, These Mix'd With Art, And To Due Bounds Confin'd Make And Maintain The Balance Of The Mind.

A Good-natured Man Has The Whole World To Be Happy Out Of.

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.

How Shall I Lose The Sin, Yet Keep The Sense, And Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offence?