Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.