To be poor, and to seem poor, is a certain method never to rise.

Titles and mottoes to books are like escutcheons and dignities in the hands of a king. The wise sometimes condescend to accept of them; but none but a fool would imagine them of any real importance. We ought to depend upon intrinsic merit, and not the slender helps of the title.

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

A traveler of taste will notice that the wise are polite all over the world, but the fool only at home.

A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

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.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.