There is a middle ground in things.
The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter.
God made not pleasures for the rich alone.
He wins every hand who mingles profit with pleasure.
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and carriages: the object of our search is present with us.
Why then should words challenge Eternity, When greatest men, and greatest actions die? Use may revive the obsoletest words, And banish those that now are most in vogue; Use is the judge, the law, and rule of speech.