Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own

But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.

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

Never find fault with the absent.

From the moment one sets up for an author, one must be treated as ceremoniously, that is as unfaithfully, "as a king's favorite or a king.

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

I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.