But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath, Receives the lurking principle of death, The younger disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

Order is heaven's first law.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.