He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative.