If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.

The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

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

Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.