Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.
Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?