Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.

May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.

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

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.

Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.

Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.

Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!