Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?