Man wants little, nor that little long.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.
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.
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.