Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Most women have no characters at all.

Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.