Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.
All we behold is miracle.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
A fool must now and then be right, by chance
God made the country, and man made the town.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.