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

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.

O friendship! thou fond soother of the human breast, to thee we fly in every calamity; to thee the wretched seek for succor; on thee the care-tired son of misery fondly relies; from thy kind assistance the unfortunate always hopes relief, and may be sure of--disappointment.

Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.

Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child.

Be not affronted at a joke. If one throw salt at thee, thou wilt receive no harm, unless thou art raw.