Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.

Genius involves both envy and calumny.