The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And

Kings Play At War Unfairly With Republics; They Can Only Lose Some Earth, And Some Creatures They Value As Little, While Republics Lose In Every Soldier A Part Of Themselves.

We Fancy That Our Afflictions Are Sent Us Directly From Above; Sometimes We Think It In Piety And Contrition, But Oftener In Moroseness And Discontent.

It Often Comes Into My Head That We May Dream When We Are Dead, But I Am Far From Sure We Do. O That It Were So! Then My Rest Would Be Indeed Among The Blest; I Should For Ever Dream Of You.

My Thoughts Are My Company; I Can Bring Them Together, Select Them, Detain Them, Dismiss Them.

Politeness Is Not Always A Sign Of Wisdom; But The Want Of It Always Leaves Room For A Suspicion Of Folly, If Folly And Imprudence Are The Same.