All Empire Is No More Than Power

Virgil Is So Exact In Every Word, That None Can Be Changed But For A Worse; Nor Any One Removed From Its Place, But The Harmony Will Be Altered. He Pretends Sometimes To Trip; But It Is Only To Make You Think Him In Danger Of A Fall, When He Is Most Secure.

Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never Separated; And Good Nature Is The Product Of Right Reason.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

Virtue Without Success Is A Fair Picture Shown By An Ill Light; But Lucky Men Are Favorites Of Heaven; All Own The Chief, When Fortune Owns The Cause.

Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In Which Human Vices Are Reprehended.