Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
The nicest constitutions of government are often like the finest pieces of clock-work, which, depending on so many motions, are therefore more subject to be out of order.