Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

A good-natured man has the whole world to be happy out of.

Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.

There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.

The character of covetousness, is what a man generally acquires more through some niggardliness or ill grace in little and inconsiderable things, than in expenses of any consequence.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.