Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.

Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.

Man is too near all kinds of beasts,--a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.

What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?

I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.

Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.

Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.