Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.
Some people wave their dogmatic thinking until their own reason is entangled.
No estimate is more in danger of erroneous calculations than those by which a man computes the force of his own genius.
Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail.
Man's chief merit consists in resisting the impulses of his nature.
And panting Time toil'd after him in vain.