Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.

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

He who serves his brother best gets nearer God than all the rest.

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

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

Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.