Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land.

If the soul be happily disposed, every thing becomes capable of affording entertainment, and distress will almost want a name.

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

To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

All that philosophy can teach is to be stubborn or sullen under misfortunes.

Silence is become his mother tongue.

You, that are going to be married, think things can never be done too fast: but we that are old, and know what we are about, must elope methodically, madam.