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

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

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

Arts and sciences in one and the same century have arrived at great perfection; and no wonder, since every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies; the work then, being pushed on by many hands, must go forward.

For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.