If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
'Tis folly to be wise.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.