A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.
If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.
Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
Covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.