And after hearing what our Church can say, If still our reason runs another way, That private reason 'tis more just to curb, Than by disputes the public peace disturb; For points obscure are of small use to learn, But common quiet is mankind's concern.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.

Swift was the race, but short the time to run.

How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!