In my Lucia's absence Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; I am ten times undone, while hope, and fear, And grief, and rage and love rise up at once, And with variety of pain distract me.

Honor's a fine imaginary notion, that draws in raw and unexperienced men to real mischiefs.

Faith is kept alive in us, and gathers strength, more from practice than from speculations.

When I behold a fashionable table set out in all its magnificence, I fancy that I see gouts and dropsies, fevers and lethargies, with other innumerable distempers lying in ambuscade among the dishes. Nature delights in the most plain and simple diet. Every animal but man keeps to one dish. Herbs are the food of this species, fish of that, and flesh of a third. Man falls upon everything that comes in his way; not the smallest fruit or excrescence of the earth, scarce a berry or a mushroom can escape him.

To a man of pleasure every moment appears to be lost, which partakes not of the vivacity of amusement.

Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honoris a private station.

It is usual for a Man who loves Country Sports to preserve the Game in his own Grounds, and divert himself upon those that belongto his Neighbour.