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Passions are the gales of life.

Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.

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.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

Satan is wiser now than before, and tempts by making rich instead of poor.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Some old men, by continually praising the time of their youth, would almost persuade us that there were no fools in those days; but unluckily they are left themselves for examples.

Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.