Fetters of gold are still fetters, and the softest lining can never make them so easy as liberty.

How can you be content to be in the world like tulips in a garden, to make a fine show, and be good for nothing.

For certainly there cannot be a higher pleasure than to think that we love and are beloved by the most amiable and best Being.

Whilst our Hearts are violently set upon any thing, there is no convincing us that we shall ever be of another Mind.

Your glass will not do you half so much service as a serious reflection on your own minds.

To all the rest of his Absurdities, (for vice is always unreasonable,) he adds one more, who expects that Vertue from another which he won't practise himself.

The design of Rhetoric is to remove those Prejudices that lie in the way of Truth, to Reduce the Passions to the Government of Reasons; to place our Subject in a Right Light, and excite our Hearers to a due consideration of it.