Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream!
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.