To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never

Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.

Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Come what may, I have been blest.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.