Sleep, thou patron of mankind, Great physician of the mind Who does nor pain nor sorrow know, Sweetest balm of every woe.
A friend in word is never friend of mine.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
Things gained through unjust fraud are never secure.
When you can prove me wrong, then call me blind.
The ideal condition would be, I admit, that men should be right by instinct; but since we are all likely to go astray, The reasonable thing is to learn from those who can teach