A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
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.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
Consult the Genius of the Place in all.
One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.