Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.

Philosophy ... should not pretend to increase our present stock, but make us economists of what we are possessed of.

If you don't ask me questions, I can't give you an untrue answer.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, and fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.

Life at the greatest and best is but a froward child, that must be humored and coaxed a little till it falls asleep, and then all the care is over.