Wit generally succeeds more from being happily addressed than from its native poignancy. A jest, calculated to spread at a gaming-table, may be received with, perfect indifference should it happen to drop in a mackerel-boat.

Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.

A great source of calamity lies in regret and anticipation; therefore a person is wise who thinks of the present alone, regardless of the past or future.

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

Wealth accumulates, and men decay.

Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.