In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.

All that philosophy can teach is to be stubborn or sullen under misfortunes.

Hope, like the gleaming taper

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

People seek within a short span of life to satisfy a thousand desires, each of which is insatiable.

Were I to be angry at men being fools, I could here find ample room for declamation; but, alas! I have been a fool myself; and why should I be angry with them for being something so natural to every child of humanity?

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