Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!