Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.

Wit and judgment often are at strife.