All Nature's Diff'rence Keeps All Nature's Peace.

Whoe'er He Be That Tells My Faults, I Hate Him Mortally.

For Forms Of Faith Let Graceless Zealots Fight; His Can't Be Wrong Whose Life Is In The Right.

Virtue May Choose The High Or Low Degree, 'tis Just Alike To Virtue, And To Me; Dwell In A Monk, Or Light Upon A King, She's Still The Same Belov'd, Contented Thing.

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing.