Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

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

The pure and noble, the graceful and dignified, simplicity of language is nowhere in such perfection as in the Scriptures and Homer. The whole book of Job, with regard both to sublimity of thought and morality, exceeds, beyond all comparison, the most noble parts of Homer.

Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.