Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain.

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

And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent; whence must necessarily arise a desire of attaining knowledge with the greatest possible ease.

As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can't abide to disappoint myself.

Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.