“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!”

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

“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!”

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

“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”

“Vice is a monster of so frightful mienAs to be hated needs but to be seen;Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,We first endure, then pity, then embrace.”

“How vain are all these Glories, all our Pains,Unless good Sense preserve what Beauty gains:That Men may say, when we the Front-box grace,Behold the first in Virtue, as in Face!”