Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.
Ah, tell them they are men!
If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
To contemplation's sober eye, Such is the race of man; And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began, Alike the busy and the gay, But flutter through life's little day.
To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.