Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings

Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home.

Two sentiments alone suffice for man, were he to live the age of the rocks - love, and the contemplation of the Deity.

Tis the voice of the sluggard I heard him complain,You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again.

Fancy and humour, early and constantly indulged in, may expect an old age overrun with follies.

Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.

What's amiss I'll strive to mend,And endure what can't be mended.