The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

A brave man thinks no one his superior who does him an injury, for he has it then in his power to make himself superior to the other by forgiving it.

If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.