Hope springs eternal.

Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.

No Senses stronger than his brain can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly: What the advantage, if his finer eyes Study a Mite, not comprehend the Skies?... Or quick Effluvia darting thro' his brain, Die of a Rose, in Aromatic pain? If Nature thunder'd in his opening ears, And stunn'd him with the music of the Spheres... Who finds not Providence all-good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies?

Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.