While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.

Tenderness is a virtue.

Whenever you see a gaming table be sure to know fortune is not there. Rather she is always in the company of industry.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

Pity, though it may often relieve, is but, at best, a short-lived passion, and seldom affords distress more than transitory assistance; with some it scarce lasts from the first impulse till the hand can be put into the pocket.

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.

Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!