When we take a slight survey of the surface of our globe a thousand objects offer themselves which, though long known, yet still demand our curiosity.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

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.

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

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

What real good does an addition to a fortune already sufficient procure? Not any. Could the great man, by having his fortune increased, increase also his appetites, then precedence might be attended with real amusement.

Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.