Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

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.

Atheists put on false courage and alacrity in the midst of their darkness and apprehensions, like children who, when they fear to go in the dark, will sing for fear.

Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.

Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.

What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.

Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.