Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
Every woman is at heart a rake.
Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.