No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.

To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense weigh thy opinion against Providence.