The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.
For forms of government, let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered, is best.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
Most women have no characters at all.
Most authors steal their works, or buy.