Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
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.
Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.
With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.