How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure. Still to ourselves in every place consign'd, Our own felicity we make or find:
Samuel JohnsonAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Critic
- Nationality: english
- Born: September 18, 1709
- Died: December 13, 1784
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