Hope springs eternal.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.