Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.
Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.
The loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
Want of prudence is too frequently the want of virtue.
There is probably no country so barbarous that would not disclose all it knew, if it received equivalent information; and I am apt to think that a person who was ready to give more knowledge than he received would be welcome wherever he came.