Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.

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.

"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!

Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.