Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends
Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.
You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
The most positive men are the most credulous, since they most believe themselves, and advise most with their falsest flatterer and worst enemy--their own self-love.