Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.

The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,- A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

Of all kinds of ambition, that which pursues poetical fame is the wildest

The volumes of antiquity, like medals, may very well serve to amuse the curious, but the works of the moderns, like the current coin of a kingdom, are much better for immediate use.

While selfishness joins hands with no one of the virtues, benevolence is allied to them all.

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

In all the silent manliness of grief.