A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.

He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

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

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray.

The fortunate circumstances of our lives are generally found, at last, to be of our own producing.