A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct; The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new what ev'ry body knows; and, new or old, still hasten to a close.

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.

The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.

The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.

Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die