O, popular applause! What heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms? |
But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at. |
Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. |
There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know. |
Absence from whom we love is worse than death. |
Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away. |
Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God. |
A fool must now and then be right, by chance. |
I would not enter on my list of friends, (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. |
I believe no man was ever scolded out of his sins. |