If we apply to authors themselves for an account of their state, it will appear very little to deserve envy.
As man is a being very sparingly furnished with the power of prescience, he can provide for the future only by considering the past.
In this censure of singularity, I have, therefore, no intention to subject reason or conscience to custom or example.
Every man looks on the occupation or amusement of his neighbour as something below the dignity of our nature.
There has always prevailed among mankind, a propensity to talk much of the delights of retirement.
Ultima semper Expectanda dies homini: dicique beatus Ante obitum nemo supremaque funera debet. OVID. Met. Lib. iii. 135. But no frail …
Which of mortal men was to be accounted nearest to the gods in happiness — that man who is in want of the fewest things.”
The present age, if we consider chiefly the state of our own country, may be styled, with great propriety, The Age of Authors.
—Quae non fecimus ipsi, Vix ea nostra voco. OVID. The deeds of long descended ancestors Are but by grace of …
The common neglect of the present hour is more shameful and criminal, as no man is betrayed to it by error, but admits it by negligence.