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

These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

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

A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.