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

There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.

Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.

To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

No writing is good that does not tend to better mankind in some way or other.

Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.