But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
A king may be a tool, a thing of straw; but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough; a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.
The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!