Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.

He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.

There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.