Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.
If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.
Error is always talkative.
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,- A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.
Whatever the skill of any country may be in the sciences, it is from its excellence in polite learning alone that it must expect a character from posterity.