As a neighboring funeral terrifies sick misers, and fear obliges them to have some regard for themselves; so, the disgrace of others will often deter tender minds from vice.
Little folks become their little fate.
Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
Choose a subject equal to your abilities; think carefully what your shoulders may refuse, and what they are capable of bearing.