Hope, like the gleaming taper

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,- A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.

Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.

Novels teach the youthful mind to sigh after happiness that never existed.

Ridicule has even been the most powerful enemy of enthusiasm, and properly the only antagonist that can be opposed to it with success.

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