Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
The jests of the rich are ever successful.
Fortune is ever seen accompanying industry.
No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
All that a husband or wife really wants is to be pitied a little, praised a little, and appreciated a little.
Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.