Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

The youth who follows his appetites too soon seizes the cup, before it has received its best ingredients, and by anticipating his pleasures, robs the remaining parts of life of their share, so that his eagerness only produces manhood of imbecility and an age of pain.

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.

Fancy restrained may be compared to a fountain, which plays highest by diminishing the aperture.

Where wealth accumulates, men decay.

Little things are great to little men.