Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
Truth needs not flowers of speech.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!
Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.
Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.
Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.