Monuments, like men, submit to fate.

Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.

Physicians are in general the most amiable companions and the best friends, as well as the most learned men I know.

Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.

Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?

The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.