Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.

Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.

They say everything in the world is good for something.

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!

Restless at home, and ever prone to range.

I never saw any good that came of telling truth.