A book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.

The bounds of a man's knowledge are easily concealed, if he has but prudence.

While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.