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

In death a hero, as in life a friend!

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.

Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.