The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.