Prudery is ignorance.

For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil.

Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.

When we take a slight survey of the surface of our globe a thousand objects offer themselves which, though long known, yet still demand our curiosity.

An Englishman fears contempt more than death.

The Europeans are themselves blind who describe fortune without sight. No first-rate beauty ever had finer eyes, or saw more clearly. They who have no other trade but seeking their fortune need never hope to find her; coquette-like, she flies from her close pursuers, and at last fixes on the plodding mechanic who stays at home and minds his business.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.