Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray.

And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

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.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

We seldom speak of the virtue which we have, but much oftener of that which we lack.