He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil.

Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.

No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.

Whatever the skill of any country may be in the sciences, it is from its excellence in polite learning alone that it must expect a character from posterity.

One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?