A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.

When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.

Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.

For forms of faith let graceless zealots fight; his can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

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

Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.

You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.