Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write.

'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.

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

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

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.

Good is done by degrees.

To the house of a friend if you're pleased to retire, You must all things admit, you must all things admire; You must pay with observance the price of your treat, You must eat what is praised, and must praise what you eat.