The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.