Uncertain whose the narrowest span,--the clown unread, or half-read gentleman.

Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.

Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.

As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.

Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.