Order Is Heaven's First Law.

Who Pants For Glory, Finds But Short Repose; A Breath Revives Him, Or A Breath O'erthrows.

Our Judgments, Like Our Watches, None Go Just Alike, Yet Each Believes His Own

Some People Are Commended For A Giddy Kind Of Good-humor, Which Is As Much A Virtue As Drunkenness.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

O Let Us Still The Secret Joy Partake, To Follow Virtue Even For Virtue's Sake.