Girls like to be played with and rumpled a little too sometimes.

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

The life of a scholar seldom abounds with adventure.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

As ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to falsehood.

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