For the first time, the best may err, art may persuade, and novelty spread out its charms. The first fault is the child of simplicity; but every other the offspring of guilt.

A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.

Unequal combinations are always disadvantageous to the weaker side.

I fancy the character of a poet is in every country the same,--fond of enjoying the present, careless of the future; his conversation that of a man of sense, his actions those of a fool.

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.