Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!