He makes a very handsome corpse and becomes his coffin prodigiously.

The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

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.

The little mind who loves itself, will wr'te and think with the vulgar; but the great mind will be bravely eccentric, and scorn the beaten road, from universal benevolence.

A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.

A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.