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

A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.

Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,- His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.

As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

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.