Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.

There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.