I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.

One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

For forms of government, let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered, is best.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.

Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.

What Tully said of war may be applied to disputing: "It should be always so managed as to remember that the only true end of it is peace." But generally true disputants are like true sportsmen,--their whole delight is in the pursuit; and the disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.