That virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarce worth the sentinel.

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

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

Ridicule has even been the most powerful enemy of enthusiasm, and properly the only antagonist that can be opposed to it with success.