I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

That virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarce worth the sentinel.

The folly of others is ever most ridiculous to those who are themselves most foolish.

Good counsel rejected returns to enrich the givers bosom.

Error is ever talkative.

Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining, And thought of convincing while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.

Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without a capacity of relieving only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance.