But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn’t much better than tedious disease.
Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree’s inclined.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
If a man’s character is to be abused there’s nobody like a relative to do the business.
At ev’ry word a reputation dies.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.