But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.
We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.
Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
True self-love and social are the same.
Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.