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

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

The most positive men are the most credulous.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.

The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.

Hope springs eternal.