I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Genius involves both envy and calumny.
Whoe'er he be That tells my faults, I hate him mortally.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.