Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.