"Thrice happy men, to whom the Gods have given Such means of bliss!"

"Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!"

"Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to light."

"It is ordained in the eternal constitution of things, that men of intemperate minds cannot be free. Their passions forge their fetters."

"Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?"