Dogs, ye have had your day!

As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.

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.

Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.