Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man’s erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Women use lovers as they do cards; they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new all they got by the old ones.
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another’s misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.
Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off’rings, and a thankful strain.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
How vast a memory has Love!
A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.