Hence, in these times, untouch'd the pages lie, And slumber out their immortality.

A master passion is the love of news.

Deceivers are the most dangerous members of society. They trifle with the best affections of our nature, and violate the most sacred obligations.

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune.

With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.

Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, like other farmers, flourish and complain.

There is no mind so weak and powerless as not to have its inclinations, and none so guarded as to be without its prepossessions.