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.

If frugality were established in the state, and if our expenses were laid out to meet needs rather than superfluities of life, there might be fewer wants, and even fewer pleasures, but infinitely more happiness.

There is probably no country so barbarous that would not disclose all it knew, if it received equivalent information; and I am apt to think that a person who was ready to give more knowledge than he received would be welcome wherever he came.

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace the day's disasters in his morning face.

The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.