Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.
Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.