There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!

As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can't abide to disappoint myself.

While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.

And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil.

You will always find that those are most apt to boast of national merit, who have little or not merit of their own to depend on . . .