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

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.

A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.