Persecution is a tribute the great must always pay for preeminence.
A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
When we take a slight survey of the surface of our globe a thousand objects offer themselves which, though long known, yet still demand our curiosity.
The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.
The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves.