To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.