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.

Good is done by degrees.

Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.

Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food.

And took for truth the test of ridicule.

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

A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.