Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.
Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.
A mighty maze! But not without a plan.