Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise
Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.