He is a fool who thinks by force or skill

Happiness is a stranger to mankind, And, like to a forc'd motion, it is ever Strongest at the beginning; then languishing With time, grows weary of our company.

He, who the rules of temperance neglects, From a good cause may produce vile effects.

Friendship's an empty name, made to deceive Those whose good nature tempts them to believe: There's no such thing on earth; the best that we Can hope for here is faint neutrality.

He ought not to pretend to friendship's name, Who reckons not himself and friend the same.

A fop? In this brave, licentious age To bring his musty morals on the stage? Rhime us to reason? and our lives redress In metre, as Druids did the savages.

For 'tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; The loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.