“Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole.”

“Intrepid then, o'er seas and lands he flew:Europe he saw, and Europe saw him too.”

“So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try,Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky;Th'eternal snows appear already past,And the first clouds and mountains seem the last:But those attain'd, we tremble to surveyThe growing labours of the lengthen'd way;Th'increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes,Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!”

“Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n; Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall.”

“No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!”

“Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.”

“The Wit of Cheats, the Courage of a Whore,Are what ten thousand envy and adore:All, all look up, with reverential Awe,At crimes that 'scape, or triumph o'er the Law:While Truth, Worth, Wisdom, daily they decry-`'Nothing is sacred now but Villainy'- Epilogue to the Satires, Dialogue I”