I Expect To Pass Through This World

I Have Sometimes Thought That People Are, In A Sort, Happy, That Nothing Can Put Out Of Countenance With Themselves, Though They Neither Have Nor Merit Other People's.

The Remedy Often Proves Worse Than The Disease.

You Are Englishmen; Mind Your Privileges, Give Not Away Your Right.

Every Stroke Our Fury Strikes Is Sure To Hit Ourselves At Last.

Do What Good Thou Canst Unknown, And Be Not Vain Of What Ought Rather To Be Felt Than Seen.