Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
The first blow is half the battle.
O friendship! thou fond soother of the human breast, to thee we fly in every calamity; to thee the wretched seek for succor; on thee the care-tired son of misery fondly relies; from thy kind assistance the unfortunate always hopes relief, and may be sure of--disappointment.
Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.
A man's own heart must ever be given to gain that of another.
When we take a slight survey of the surface of our globe a thousand objects offer themselves which, though long known, yet still demand our curiosity.