Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
Genius is independent of situation.
The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.