Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in o >>
For Forms of Government let fools contest; whatever is best administer >>
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul. >>
What we imagine is order is merely the prevailing form of chaos. >>
Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit. >>
Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be >>
Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.