On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Monuments, like men, submit to fate.

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.

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

All nature is but art unknown to thee.