Education forms the common mind.

But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.

What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!

Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.

The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.