Our sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses.
Wine displays every little spot of the soul in its utmost deformity.
T is the Divinity that stirs within us.
It is wonderful to see persons of sense passing away a dozen hours together in shuffling and dividing a pack of cards.
The ungrown glories of his beamy hair.
Suspicion is not less an enemy to virtue than to happiness; he that is already corrupt is naturally suspicious, and he that becomes suspicious will quickly be corrupt.