Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.

Physicians are in general the most amiable companions and the best friends, as well as the most learned men I know.

"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.