Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.

For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.