We are all sure of two things, at least; we shall suffer and we shall all die.
Hope, like the gleaming taper
An Englishman fears contempt more than death.
To aim at excellence, our reputation, and friends, and all must be ventured; to aim at the average we run no risk and provide little service.
Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.