And write about it, Goddess, and about it!

A king may be a tool, a thing of straw; but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough; a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.

Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.

Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n.

The proper study of Mankind is Man.

Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .