Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
The monster London laugh at me.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
The world's a scene of changes.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader's ear to hear anything of praise from him.