Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

How vast a memory has Love!

That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.

Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.