The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.

Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.

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

Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.

Health consists with temperance alone.

An honest man's the noblest work of God.