The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
None but blockheads copy each other.
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?