The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,- A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

We seldom speak of the virtue which we have, but much oftener of that which we lack.

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.

Whenever you see a gaming table be sure to know fortune is not there. Rather she is always in the company of industry.

Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.