Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.

The bravest men are subject most to chance.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

A thing well said will be wit in all languages.