Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated, needs but to be seen;
But seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Line 231.
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree.
Line 276.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Epistle iii. Line 305.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Epistle iv. Line 49.
Order is Heaven's first law.
Line 193.
Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part—there all the honor lies.
Line 203.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunella.