The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at; if we laugh at it, they say we are proud; if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.

Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

The character of covetousness, is what a man generally acquires more through some niggardliness or ill grace in little and inconsiderable things, than in expenses of any consequence.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.