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In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow necked bottles: the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring it out.

Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

Let spades be trumps! she said, and trumps they were.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

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!