There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.

There is a method in man's wickedness, It grows up by degrees.

Calamity is man's true touchstone.

There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.

We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him?

There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty.