There is no defence against reproach, but obscurity; it is a kind of concomitant to greatness, as satires and invectives were an essential part of a Roman triumph.

Antidotes are what you take to prevent dotes.

Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.

For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.

What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities.

They were a people so primitive they did not know how to get money, except by working for it.

All of heaven we have below.