Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast:

But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company.

Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near The Throne.

Lulled In The Countless Chambers Of The Brain, Our Thoughts Are Linked By Many A Hidden Chain; Awake But One, And In, What Myriads Rise!

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.