Good counsel rejected returns to enrich the givers bosom.

Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.

Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, and fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.

We had no revolutions to fear, nor fatigues to undergo; all our adventures were by the fireside, and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown.

Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!