Whatever amuses, serves to kill time, to lull the faculties, and to banish reflection. Whatever entertains, usually awakens the understanding or gratifies the fancy. Whatever diverts, is lively in its nature, and sometimes tumultuous in its effects.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd.

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

Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.

Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I've done it from my youth.

Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.

Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write.