The Infusion of a China plant sweetened with the pith of an Indian Cane.

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

The chief ingredients in the composition of those qualities that gain esteem and praise, are good nature, truth, good sense, and good breeding.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

The Fashionable World is grown free and easie; our Manners sit more loose upon us: Nothing is so modish as an agreeable Negligence. In a word, Good Breeding shows it self most, where to an ordinary Eye it appears the least.

Must one rash word, the infirmity of age, throw down the merit of my better years?

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