Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

Astrologers that future fates foreshow.

The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!