Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.

There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.

Mankind is unamendable.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue

All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.