He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.

The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.