Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.

If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!

For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.

For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.

When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.