Charm strikes the sight but merit wins the soul.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.

At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.

Tho' fortune change, his constant spouse remains, / Augments his joys, or mitigates his pains

Hope springs eternal in the human breast.

Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate and rot.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, / Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

The ruling passion, be it what it will, the ruling passion conquers reason still.

In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.

The mouse that always trusts to one poor hol can never be a mouse of any soul.