Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.

I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.

A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.