Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them

The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at; if we laugh at it, they say we are proud; if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.