I find myself... hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Many people are capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
For Forms of Government let fools contest whatever is best administered is best.
The learned is happy, nature to explore;
The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell aspiring to be angels men rebel.
To err is human to forgive, divine.
One science only will one genius fit so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender, or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.
True, conscious honour is to feel no sin; he's armed without that's innocent within.
True, conscious honor is to feel no sin, he's armed without that's innocent within; be this thy screen, and this thy wall of brass.
If I am right, Thy grace impartStill in the right to stay;If I am wrong, O, teach my heartTo find that better way!
Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; you played, and loved, and ate, and drunk your fill: walk sober off; before a sprightlier age comes tittering on, and shoves you from the stage: leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
Scarce any Tale was sooner heard than told;And all who told it, added something new,And all who heard it, made Enlargements too,In evry Ear it spread, on evry Tongue it grew.
Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd; if right, I kiss'd the rod.
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!
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