Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.

An honest man's the noblest work of God.

One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;_x000D_ _x000D_ Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.

Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?