E'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, and trodden weeds send out a rich perfume.

Mankind are more indebted to industry than ingenuity; the gods set up their favors at a price, and industry is the purchaser.

Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.

The important question is not, what will yield to man a few scattered pleasures, but what will render his life happy on the whole amount.

Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.

Virtue which shuns, the day.

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.