Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

Atheists put on false courage and alacrity in the midst of their darkness and apprehensions, like children who, when they fear to go in the dark, will sing for fear.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.

Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.