Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.
What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.
What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.
See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly!
A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.