Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n.

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue

For forms of government, let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered, is best.

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.

Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.

Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.