Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?

Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.

No writing is good that does not tend to better mankind in some way or other.