The athletic fool, to whom what heaven denied of soul, is well compensated in limbs. — John Armstrong
Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still A faithless heart betrays the head unsound. — John Armstrong
Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, And tottering empires rush by their own weight. — John Armstrong
Our greatest good, and what we least can spare, Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear. — John Armstrong