If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
But love's a malady without a cure.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.