For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the chief, when fortune owns the cause.
Merit challenges envy.
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.