We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.
For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.
The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?