I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities contract not only an effeminacy of habit, but of thinking.

Persecution is a tribute the great must always pay for preeminence.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

And learn the luxury of doing good.

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.

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.

Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land.