Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

Health consists with temperance alone.

Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.

Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.

A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.

To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!