O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
Lights of the world, and stars of human race.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.