Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

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

There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.

Judge not of actions by their mere effect; Dive to the center, and the cause detect. Great deeds from meanest springs may take their course, And smallest virtues from a mighty source.

And empty heads console with empty sound.

What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.

For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends