Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.

It is very natural for a young friend and a young lover to think the persons they love have nothing to do but to please them.

Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.