Cavil you may, but never criticise.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

The villain's censure is extorted praise.

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.

Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.