Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.

Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

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

"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.

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

Consult the Genius of the Place in all.