Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
Whatever is, is in its causes just.
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.