Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

The scripture in times of disputes is like an open town in times of war, which serves in differently the occasions of both parties.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men; that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?