Hope springs eternal.

Whenever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.

And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

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.