All objects lose by too familiar a view.
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.