Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
For danger levels man and brute And all are fellows in their need.
If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.