A patriot is a fool in ev'ry age.
A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.
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.