The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Health consists with temperance alone.

Genius creates, and taste preserves.

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.

Every woman is at heart a rake.