A mighty maze! But not without a plan.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.