War is a trade of kings.
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.