Music can noble hints impart, Engender fury, kindle love, With unsuspected eloquence can move, And manage all the man with secret art.

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter.

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

Others proclaim the infirmities of a great man with satisfaction and complacence, if they discover none of the like in themselves.

Nature delights in the most plain and simple diet.

Of all the diversions of life, there is none so proper to fill up its empty spaces as the reading of useful and entertaining authors.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.