The bounds of a man's knowledge are easily concealed, if he has but prudence.

Ridicule has even been the most powerful enemy of enthusiasm, and properly the only antagonist that can be opposed to it with success.

What cities, as great as this, have... promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others... Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.

A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?

Politics resemble religion; attempting to divest either of ceremony is the most certain mode of bringing either into contempt.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.