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

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.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

True self-love and social are the same.

And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.

Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n.