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

Error is always talkative.

A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

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

Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining, And thought of convincing while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.

Tenderness is a virtue.

Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.