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

A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.

Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.

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.

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity; it is that which gives value to every character. The ignorant peasant, without fault, is greater than the philosopher with many; for what is genius or courage without a heart?

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

The life of a scholar seldom abounds with adventure.