Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.
Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.