LO! THY DREAD EMPIRE, CHAOS! IS RESTOR'D; LIGHT DIES BEFORE THY UNCREATING WORD; THY HAND, GREAT ANARCH! LETS THE CURTAIN FALL; AND UNIVERSAL DARKNESS BURIES ALL.
Fools admire but men of sense approve.
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.