Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
None think the great unhappy, but the great.
Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
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.