There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.

Pity swells the tide of love.

And all may do what has by man been done.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.