Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest.
Line 99.
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
Line 200.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
Line 294.
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Epistle ii. Line 1.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.[11]