They first condemn that first advised the ill.

The blushing beauties of a modest maid.

To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.

Learn to write well, or not to write at all.