Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
None but the brave deserve the fair.
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind's great bribe.