The youth who follows his appetites too soon seizes the cup, before it has received its best ingredients, and by anticipating his pleasures, robs the remaining parts of life of their share, so that his eagerness only produces manhood of imbecility and an age of pain.

Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.

And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

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

The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves.

The sports of children satisfy the child.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.