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.

What will a child learn sooner than a song?

True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.

Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.

But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.