Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.