Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
Hushed as midnight silence.
Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the chief, when fortune owns the cause.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.