Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.