The folly of others is ever most ridiculous to those who are themselves most foolish.

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities contract not only an effeminacy of habit, but of thinking.

True genius walks along a line, and, perhaps, our greatest pleasure is in seeing it so often near falling, without being ever actually down.

And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.

And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.