I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.
They live too long who happiness outlive.
For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.