What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities.

A cloudy day or a little sunshine have as great an influence on many constitutions as the most recent blessings or misfortunes.

Waning moons their settled periods keep, to swell the billows and ferment the deep.

The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.

It is the privilege of posterity to set matters right between those antagonists who, by their rivalry for greatness, divided a whole age.

It is wonderful to see persons of sense passing away a dozen hours together in shuffling and dividing a pack of cards.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.