Most women have no characters at all.

While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

I believe it is no wrong Observation, that Persons of Genius, and those who are most capable of Art, are always fond of Nature, as such are chiefly sensible, that all Art consists in the Imitation and Study of Nature. On the contrary, People of the common Level of Understanding are principally delighted with the Little Niceties and Fantastical Operations of Art, and constantly think that finest which is least Natural.

'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

Virtue alone is happiness below.

Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.