Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.

All the bloomy flush of life is fled.

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.

[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by means of volcanoes, those burning mountains that seem to discharge their materials from the lowest abysses of the earth.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

For the first time, the best may err, art may persuade, and novelty spread out its charms. The first fault is the child of simplicity; but every other the offspring of guilt.