Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.

For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.

Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.

A king may be a tool, a thing of straw; but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough; a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd; if right, I kiss'd the rod.