In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.

And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?

There are but few talents requisite to become a popular preacher; for the people are easily pleased if they perceive any endeavors in the orator to please them. The meanest qualifications will work this effect if the preacher sincerely sets about it.

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.

Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.

It seemed to me pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.

The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.