Oh wearisome condition of humanity! / Born under one law, to another bound: / Vainly begot, and yet forbidden vanity; / Created sick, commanded to be sound.

Penetration seems a kind of inspiration; it gives me an idea of prophecy.

People are submissive to power, and few of them can be influenced by doctrines of righteousness.

Nor ease nor peace that heart can know, That like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe; But turning, trembles too.

Knowing as "the man in the street" (as we call him as Newmarket) always does, the greatest secrets of kings, and being the confidant of their most hidden thoughts.

Virtue was vanity dressed up and waiting for applause.