This, books can do-nor this alone; they give New views to life, and teach us how to live; They soothe the grieved, the stubborn they chastise; Fools they admonish, and confirm the wise. Their aid they yield to all: they never shun The man of sorrow, nor the wretch undone; Unlike the hard, the selfish, and the proud, They fly not sullen from the suppliant crowd; Nor tell to various people various things, But show to subjects, what they show to kings.

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

Life is not measured by the time we live.

A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.

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

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

Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.