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

A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.

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?

And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

We seldom speak of the virtue which we have, but much oftener of that which we lack.

People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy.

Silence is become his mother tongue.