Novels teach the youthful mind to sigh after happiness that never existed.

Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

And learn the luxury of doing good.

Want of prudence is too frequently the want of virtue.

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

Popular glory is a perfect coquette; her lovers must toil, feel every inquietude, indulge every caprice, and perhaps at last be jilted into the bargain. True glory, on the other hand, resembles a woman of sense; her admirers must play no tricks. They feel no great anxiety, for they are sure in the end of being rewarded in proportion to their merit.

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors.