Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.

All the sciences are, in some measure, linked with each other, and before the one is ended, the other begins.

Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

The volumes of antiquity, like medals, may very well serve to amuse the curious, but the works of the moderns, like the current coin of a kingdom, are much better for immediate use.