For forms of government, let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered, is best.
A field of glory is a field for all.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.