The zeal of fools offends at any time.

Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

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

The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.