Of the quaking recruit, three pitched battles make a grim grenadier; and he who shrank from the muzzle of a cannon, is now ready to yield his mustache for a sponge.

The world's a ship on its voyage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

Thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.

The easiest way of life is the best.

No town-bred dandy will compare with a country-bred one- I mean a downright bumpkin dandy- a fellow that, in the dog-days of summer, will mow his two acres in buckskin gloves for fear of tanning his hands.

Dream tonight of peacock tails, Diamond fields and spouter whales. Ills are many, blessing few, But dreams tonight will shelter you.