Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

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.

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

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

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

As some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire While expletives their feeble aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.