The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.

Truth needs not flowers of speech.

Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.

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.

Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.

The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.

For forms of government, let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered, is best.