And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

What real good does an addition to a fortune already sufficient procure? Not any. Could the great man, by having his fortune increased, increase also his appetites, then precedence might be attended with real amusement.

Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.

To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to falsehood.

In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.